Thankful

	  		Thankful 
As performed by Caemon's Call 
Words and music by Derek Webb 

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E                   F# 
I ran across an old box of letters 
            A7             Am7              E 
While I was baggin up some clothes for Goodwill 
E                                F# 
You know I had to laugh that the same old struggles 
     A7                  Am7           E 
That plagued me then are plaguing me still 
E                            F# 
I know the road is long from ground to glory 
      A7                Am7            E 
But a boy can hope he's getting some place 
E                                      F# 
But you see, I'm running from the very clothes I'm wearing 
    A7                    Am7           E 
And dressed like this I'm fit for the chase 

D         A               E 
No, there is none righteous 
D           A         E 
Not one who understands 
D        A             E 
There is none who seek God 
       D           A 
No not one, no not one 

     E                   F# 
I am thankful that I'm incapable 
   A7        Am7         E 
Of doing any good on my own 

E                                      F# 
'Cause we're all stillborn and dead in our transgressions 
      A7                 Am7             E 
We're shackled up to the sin we hold so dear 
E                              F# 
So what part can I play in the work of redemption 
  A7              Am7              E 
I can't refuse, I cannot add a thing 

       D    A              E      D     A             E 
'Cause I am just like Lazarus and I can hear Your voice 
  D         A         E             D 
I stand and rub my eyes and walk to You 
          A 
Because I have no choice 

     E                   F# 
I am thankful that I'm incapable 
   A7        Am7         E 
Of doing any good on my own 
     E                   F# 
I'm so thankful that I'm incapable 
   A7        Am7         E 
Of doing any good on my own 

D A E  D A E  D A E  D 

     D        A           E 
It's by grace I have been saved 
        D          A        E 
Through faith it's not my own 
   D      A         E            D 
It is the gift of God and not by works 
        A 
Lest anyone should boast