Disciple - Beautiful

Bm
the light hits my eyes in the first of the morning
G
i take in this spectrum of wonder
Bm
of how unlovely things can be balanced
G
and yet shadow me with despair
Em
but it washes away when you

Bm
come out
G
i see just how beautiful you are when you
D
come out
G
the night seems disappear in you

Bm
i study the surface of this visage you’ve given
G
it speaks nothing of the things hidden
Bm
buried beneath what needs improving
G
lies an outcast unworthy of touching
Em
but it washes away when you

Em
how could something so utterly unspeakable
D
be found in this
G Em
the ugliness of the horror of your cross
Em
it washes away when you