Days Of Elijah Acordes

Artist: Robin Mark
Song  : Days Of Elijah
 
Capo 1
 
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D   xx0232
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C#m 466544
F#m 244222
 
 
[Verse 1]
A                     D
These are the days of Elijah,
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Declaring the Word of the Lord.
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And these are the days of your servant Moses, Rightousness being restored.
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And though these are days of great trials,
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Of famine and darkness and sword.
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Still we are the voice in the desert crying,
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Prepare ye the way of the lord!
 
 
[Chorus]
Esus   E  A                    D
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds,
                 A                   E
Shining like the sun, at the trumpet call,
Esus E  A                            D
So lift your voice its the year of Jubilee,
           A              E      A
and out of Zion's hill Salvation comes!
 
 
[Verse 2]
A                     D
These are the days of Ezekiel,
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The dry bones becoming as flesh.
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And these are the days of your servent David,
 A             E         A
rebuilding the temple of praise.
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And though these are days of the harvest,
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O the fields are as white in your world.
A                        D
And we are the laborers in your vinyard,
A             E           A
Declaring the Word of the Lord!
 
 
[Chorus]
Esus   E  A                    D
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds,
                 A                   E
Shining like the sun, at the trumpet call,
Esus E  A                            D
So lift your voice its the year of Jubilee,
           A              E      A
and out of Zion's hill Salvation comes!
 
 
[Bridge]
A
There no God like Jehovah
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There no God like Jehovah
A
There no God like Jehovah
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There no God like Jehovah
 
Hey!
 
 
[Chorus]
Esus   E  A                    D
Behold He comes, riding on the clouds,
                 A                   E
Shining like the sun, at the trumpet call,
Esus E  A                            D
So lift your voice its the year of Jubilee,
           A              E      A
and out of Zion's hill Salvation comes!
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