Dying Star

(....We just sang out the Lord one day, and, I said 'Lord I wanna be part of your army' and, said 'Lord I wanna be part of your army' 'I wanna be part of that generation of people you raise up' and the Lord, just sang this over me and said) Cm Bb G# You've got your best man on the front side Cm Bb G# You always show your best side Cm Bb G# And evil's always on the other side Cm Bb G# You say this is your strategy Cm Bb G# But son I hope you take it from me Cm Bb G# You look just like your enemy Cm Bb G# You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de Cm Bb G# You're full of pri--- i-- i-- de (and I just sing that day and said): Cm G# G# We better trash our idols if we want to be Bb Cm Bb G# In the army of the Lord Cm G# G# And the greatest idol is you and me, Bb Cm Bb G# We better get on the threshing floor Cm G# G# When will we learn that God's strategy Bb Cm Bb G# Is giving glory to the Lord? Cm G# G# So God, so trash our idols cos' we want to be Bb Cm Bb G# In the army of the Lord Cm Bb G# Star how beautiful you shine Cm Bb G# You shine more beautiful than mine Cm Bb G# You shine from sea to shining sea Cm Bb G# World-wide is your stra--tegy Cm Bb G# But shinning star I hope you see Cm Bb G# If the whole wide world is staring straight at you They can't - see - me... play this in "me...": Ocultar tablatura Cm Bb G# e-----------3-----3------------| B--1-3--4-4---3-3---1---3-4-3--| G--3----5-5---5-5---3----------| D------------------------------| A------------------------------| E------------------------------| x2 (...I want them to know me but they can't see me I want them to know me, I want to show my glory but they, they can't see me..) ( Cm Bb G# So rise... rise... rise... Live out your fantasy; think that your better than me? Cm Bb G# Rise... rise... rise... Live out your man-made religiosity! Cm Bb G# Rise... rise... rise... Live out your strategies! Rise, rise, rise so the world can see Rise, rise, rise so the world can see So the world can see just another dying star... Cm G# G# We better trash our idols if we want to be Bb Cm Bb G# In the army of the Lord Cm G# G# And the greatest idol is you and me, Bb Cm Bb G# We better get on the threshing floor Cm G# G# When will we learn that God's strategy Bb Cm Bb G# Is giving glory to the Lord? Cm G# G# So we trash our idols cos' we want to be Bb Cm Bb G# In the army of the Lord In the army of the Lord Cm Bb G# Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Oh God! Raise up an army, Raise up an army, Raise up an army In the army of the Lord, In the army of the Lord there's no room, there's no room, there's no room for idolatry In the army of the Lord there's no room, there's no room for man's pleasing In the army of the Lord In the army, In the army of the Lord Raise us up, Raise us up, Oh God!