Rich Mullins – The Breaks (Guitar)

E             A                E
  Here is my heart take what You want

                 A       Esus
Cause I have no use for it anyway

                    E
Well of all of the stupid things I've ever said

                   Bm               A
This could be the worst may be the best

            C#m
But those are the breaks

               A
These are the bruises

              C#m                                     F#
And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses

                     Esus     B
And I don't want to lose this

           A                  Bsus  B
It is the sea that makes the sailor

         Esus                 E
And the land that shapes the sea

              A                  Bsus   B
And I do not know yet what I am made of

       Esus          E
Or all I may someday be

               A                 Bsus     B
And it is the wood that makes a carpenter

         Esus               E
It's the very tools of his trade

           C#m
And it is love that makes a lover

       A                  E    A E A
And a cross that makes a saint

E             A           E
  Here is my song listen if You will

               A         Esus
But I have no heart for it anymore

             E
Just half a mind to cut it loose

           D                  A
And if it sails off into the blues

                     C#m
Then I'll just let it soar

                        A
And the sky is better keeping

      C#m                                    F#
And I won't be any poorer for giving it its freedom

                    Esus   B
And here's one for freedom

           A                  Bsus  B
It is the sea that makes the sailor

         Esus                 E
And the land that shapes the sea

              A                  Bsus   B
And I do not know yet what I am made of

       Esus          E
Or all I may someday be

           A                    Bsus     B
It is the wood that shapes the carpenter

         Esus               E
It's the very tools of his trade

           C#m
And it is love that makes a lover

       A                  E    A E
And a cross that makes a saint

E              A       Esus
  (No, no, no, no, no, no)

                    E
Well of all of the stupid things I've ever said

                   Bm               A
This could be the worst may be the best

            C#m          A C#m A E
But those are the breaks