The Breaks chords by Rich Mullins

• Difficulty: Intermediate

Key: E

Intro:

E A E A

Verse 1:
E             A                E
  Here is my heart take what You want
                 A       Esus
Cause I have no use for it anyway
                    E
Well of all of the stupid things I've ever said
                   Bm               A
This could be the worst may be the best
            C#m
But those are the breaks
               A
These are the bruises
              C#m                                     F#
And if I can't give myself away I'm the only one who loses
                     Esus     B
And I don't want to lose this

Chorus:
           A                  Bsus  B
It is the sea that makes the sailor
         Esus                 E
And the land that shapes the sea
              A                  Bsus   B
And I do not know yet what I am made of
       Esus          E
Or all I may someday be
               A                 Bsus     B
And it is the wood that makes a carpenter
         Esus               E
It's the very tools of his trade
           C#m
And it is love that makes a lover
       A                  E    A E A
And a cross that makes a saint

Verse 2:
E             A           E
  Here is my song listen if You will
               A         Esus
But I have no heart for it anymore
             E
Just half a mind to cut it loose
           D                  A
And if it sails off into the blues
                     C#m
Then I'll just let it soar
                        A
And the sky is better keeping
      C#m                                    F#
And I won't be any poorer for giving it its freedom
                    Esus   B
And here's one for freedom

Chorus and Outro:
           A                  Bsus  B
It is the sea that makes the sailor
         Esus                 E
And the land that shapes the sea
              A                  Bsus   B
And I do not know yet what I am made of
       Esus          E
Or all I may someday be
           A                    Bsus     B
It is the wood that shapes the carpenter
         Esus               E
It's the very tools of his trade
           C#m
And it is love that makes a lover
       A                  E    A E
And a cross that makes a saint
E              A       Esus
  (No, no, no, no, no, no)
                    E
Well of all of the stupid things I've ever said
                   Bm               A
This could be the worst may be the best
            C#m          A C#m A E
But those are the breaks