by Bill Anderson
| Intro | D[ [A7 | D |
| D | G | |
| I | stared at the heavens, my | heart full of anger |
| D | A | |
| So | mad, I was shakin' my | fist |
| D | G | |
| When | out of the darkness, a | voice soft and tender |
| D | A | D | |
| Said " | Someday it'll | all make | sense" |
| A | D | G |
| Right | now I've got questions with | out any answers |
| D | A | |
| My | faith out there riding the | fence |
| D | G | |
| But I've | got to believe in | what I can't see |
| D | A7 | D | D7 |
| Someday it'll | all make | sense |
| Pre-Chorus |
| G | D |
| Someday the picture will | come into focus |
| A | A7 | |
| And we'll see it all plain and | clear |
| G | D | |
| When | we come together in the | grace He has for us |
| Bm | E7 | A | |
| Where the | pain and the | hurt disap | pear |
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| Interlude | G | D | A7 | D |
| Pre-Chorus |
| G | D |
| Someday the picture will | come into focus |
| A | A7 | |
| And we'll see it all plain and | clear |
| G | D | |
| When | we come together in the | grace He has for us |
| Bm | E7 | A | |
| Where the | pain and the | hurt disap | pear |
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