Go[A]d is in the ro[D]ses, The pe[A]tals, and the th[D]orns. St[A]orms out on the oc[D]eans So[A]uls who will be bo[D]rn A[A]nd every drop of rain that fa[D]lls Fa[A]lls for those who mo[D]urn G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses, and the tho[A]rns. The s[A]un is on the ceme[D]tery Le[A]aves are on the sto[D]nes The[A]re never was a pl[D]ace on Ea[A]rth That felt so much like ho[D]me We[E]'re falling like the vel[D]vet petals, We'[E]re bleeding and we're to[D]rn, But G[A]od is in the ro[B7]ses, and the thorns. [F#m] [D] x3 I[A] love you like a bro[D]ther A[A] father and A so[D]n, W[A]e may not last for[D]ever B[A]ut it never will be do[D]ne M[A]y whole world fits in[D]side the mo[A]ment I saw you be re[D]born, G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses, A[A]nd that day was filled with ro[D]ses G[A]od is in the ro[D]ses A[A]nd the th[D]orns.