D G/D A/D D My folks they were always the first family to arrive Em7sus D/F# G2 A7sus A7 With seven people jammed into a car that seated five D G/D A/D D There was one bathroom to bathe and shave in, six of us stood in line Em7sus D/F# G2 A7sus And hot water for only three but we all did just fine Chorus: G2 D/F# Em7 A7 D Em7sus D/F# Talk about your miracles, talk about your faith G D/F# E7sus E7 A7sus A7 My dad he could make things grow out of Indiana clay G2 D/F# Em7 A Bm Mom could make a gourmet meal out of just cornbread and beans Em7 D2/F# And they worked to give faith hands and feet G A7sus D Dsus (G/D D2/A A7) And somehow gave it wings I can still hear my dad cussin', he's working late out in the barn The spring planting's a coming and the tractors just won't run Mom she's done the laundry, I can see it waving on the line Now they've stayed together through the pain, the strain of those times CHORUS D/C# Bm F#m G D F#m/C# And now they've raised five children, one winter they lost a son Bm F#m But the pain didn't leave them crippled Em7 E7/G# A7sus A7 And the scars have made them strong G D/F# Em7 A7 Bm Never picture perfect, just a plain man and his wife Em7 D2/F# G2 Em A7sus G/A A Who somehow knew the value of hard work, good love, and real life CHORUS D G/D A/D D [ / / / / ][ / / / / ][ / / / / ][ / / / / ]
Words and music by Rich Mullins
© 1989 Edward Grant (ASCAP)