Am 
All night I've wrestled Jacob's angel, 

Prayed with Matthew, Luke, and John. 

Struggling to find the words to face the task  
                    G           Am 
That comes up the blood red dawn. 

I've buried men before their time - 

Alcohol, blackened lung 

But how to bury seven of these Appalachian miner's sons 
      G 
Who stormed the beaches wave on wave, 

Then sailed home to these rocky graves  
    Am 
In family plots, that bear their name. 

    C       G            Dm     Am 
- Tomorrow I'll walk up seven hillsides 
C            G                  Dm    Am 
And tremble before my flock on seven hillsides. 
F       G             Am           G              F 
Seven sorrows, seven sons, seven mothers and everyone 

Will turn to me for the word of God, what does this mean? 
                 G 
And there I'll stand, good book in hand 
                             F 
Shepherd to these precious lambs, 
            Dm    ?           G               Am 
What will I say, what will I say, what can I say? - 

    Am 
To tell the truth, I never though much  

About the will of God before. 

When called to preach at seventeen,  
                                    G           Am 
I was in love with firey words and not much more. 

But the time has come to keep the faith 

For other shattered by their loss 

And remind them of a loving God 

Whose son, like theirs, paid the cost, 
    G 
To save a sad and wicked world -  

Through sacrifice our love is heard 
         Am 
And I'll pray I believe those words. 

- REPEAT Chorus - 2X