By David Akridge
| Intro: | A | A | D | F#m | F#m |
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| He came from Galilee, | carpenter by trade, |
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| Came to build His Father's church, on | plans, that they had | made. |
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| His | destiny was calvary, His m | ission would not f | ail, |
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| He would | build His church, on a | rugged cross, and | three old rusty | nails. |
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| Instrumental | A | A | D | F#m | F#m |
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| Bricks and stones, themselves alone, aren't | everything it takes, |
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| To build a church, that will stand so strong, when this ol | d world begins to s | hake |
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| A fool may build his building tall, but | it will be so | frail, |
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| Compared to this churc | h Jesus build, with | three old rusty | nails. |
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| Well, He | built, this church, on a | rugged cross, and | three old rust | y nails. |