We Need A Better Word chords by Danny Schmidt

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Verse 1
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It was
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thirty days
till Easter
when the elm tree hit the church
Thank God it fell on Friday
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cause at least no one was hurt
There was fear it might delay
the second coming of the Lord
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Cause the stained glass crucifixion
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was in stains upon the floor.
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They spent a day of cleaning
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and a day to board the hole
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Where the stained glass once had cast a
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godly light upon the foal
But come the Sunday service
all the faces now were gray.
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They commenced to take donations
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as the faithful knelt to pray.
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On Monday they discovered
that the man who built the glass
He was the only man in town who could,
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and sadly he had passed.
But his father, who was ninety,
said the tools were in the shed,
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and he'd kindly try and resurrect the window
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from the dead.
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The congregation argued,
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but the wise ones all rejoiced.
Cause in the one hand was solution,
in the other was no choice.
So they gave the man their blessings,
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and they gave his hand to shake.
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They gave him all the coins
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they had collected on their plates.
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Seven days till Easter,
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they'd seen neither hype
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nor air.
So they came
and knocked at supper time
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in hopes the man was there.
But a banging from the basement
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was about all that they could hear
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And curses that might make the devil  blush
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and watch his ears
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Come first thing Easter morning
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into everyone's good grace
The man was up on ladders
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with the window nailed in place.
It was covered in black velvet
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like a hood or like a veil.
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He pulled the sheet and there it hung,
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apocryphal and frail.
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The seams had melted jagged
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and they were crooked like a spine
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The glass was rough like hands of man
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against the hands of time
There was bloodstains in
the red
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and there were teardrops in the blue
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He said it may not be the best,
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but it's the best that I can do.
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The chapel fell to silence.
It was more than just surprise.
The monstrosity of colors
lit its tongue across their eyes.
They shivered from exposure
like babies born again
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Cuz in every pane of glass
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was all the joy
There's every fearful smile
There's every joyful tear
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There's each and every choice
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that leads from every there to here.
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There's every cozy stranger.
There's every awkward friend.
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There's every perfect night
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that's left initials in the sand.
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There's every day that's
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filled so full
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the weeks would float away.
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There's all those days spent
wondering
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what to do with all those days.
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There's every lie
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that's ever saved the truth
from being shamed.
And every secret
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you could ever trust a
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friend to hide away
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There's the fortune of discovering
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a new face you might adore
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And the thrill of coming home
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to find your clothes upon the floor
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And the prideful immortality
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of chil     dren in the home
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That a storm can't grind
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the mountain down,
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it can only shift the stones
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There's everything your mouth says
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that your lips don't understand
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And every shape inside
your head
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that you can't carve with your hands
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And every slice of glass
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revealed another slice of life
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Em blazoned imperfections
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in a perfect stream of light
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It all flooded through the window
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like rapids made of fire
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And then God rolled you on sunshine
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and sat down
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Cause he was tired, he was tired
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As the thunder and the hardwood
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settled back into  its place
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and God removed his veil
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to show the scars across his face
and some folks prayed in
reverence
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and some folks prayed
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As all the shades and chaos in the
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glass became a mirror.
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you