Seven Hillsides

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