by Bill Anderson
| Intro | E | B | F#7 | B |
| B | E | |
| I | stared at the heavens, my | heart full of anger |
| B | F# | |
| So | mad, I was shakin' my | fist |
| B | E | |
| When | out of the darkness, a | voice soft and tender |
| B | F# | B | |
| Said " | Someday it'll | all make | sense" |
| F# | B | E |
| Right | now I've got questions with | out any answers |
| B | F# | |
| My | faith out there riding the | fence |
| B | E | |
| But I've | got to believe in | what I can't see |
| B | F#7 | B | B7 |
| Someday it'll | all make | sense |
| Pre-Chorus |
| E | B |
| Someday the picture will | come into focus |
| F# | F#7 | |
| And we'll see it all plain and | clear |
| E | B | |
| When | we come together in the | place He has for us |
| G#m | C#7 | F# | |
| Where the | pain and the | hurt disap | pear |
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| Interlude | E | B | F#7 | B |
| Pre-Chorus |
| E | B |
| Someday the picture will | come into focus |
| F# | F#7 | |
| And we'll see it all plain and | clear |
| E | B | |
| When | we come together in the | place He has for us |
| G#m | C#7 | F# | |
| Where the | pain and the | hurt disap | pear |
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