Biografía:
Nichole Nordeman creció en Colorado, Colorado, jugando el piano en la iglesia, yendo a una escuela cristiana. Pero cuando sus padres divorciaron cuando Nichole era 18, las cosas cambiaron dramáticamente. Ella se sentía que su familia estaba en el final de recepción de señalar los dedos de los que odiaron el pecado del divorcio tanto que no podrían ver las necesidades desesperadas de una familia que era rasgada aparte.
No obstante, cada mañana de domingo
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Real
[Intro]
F7 C Em
[Verse 1]
F7 C Em
Frozen statues in the cold, washed in moonlight blue and gold.
F7 Am G
Mary's babe in plastic hay, quiet wonder on her face.
F7 C Em
Mary, you look so serene, far too pretty, much too clean.
F7 C Em
We might think we know you well, but what stories would you tell?
F Am C Em
Of all the dirt and dust and shame, every burning labor pain,
F G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...
[Chorus]
F G
I am real.
Am F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
F G
Let me be real. Real.
Am F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.
F
To be real.
[Interlude]
F7 C Em
[Verse 2]
F7 C Em
Shepherds bending to the ground, Bethlehem is safe and sound.
F7 C Em
Joseph, you look brave and true, but do we know what it was like to be you?
F7 C Em
How many sleepless nights awake found you desperate and afraid?
F7 G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...
[Chorus]
F G
I am real.
Am F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
F G
Let me be real, real
Am F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.
[Bridge]
Dm C
To love like you don't even care about the hurry and the hussle,
Dm C
Like you are unaware December comes with so much trouble
Dm C F
Cause you believe a baby came not in paintings or in plays
F
But every minute, every hour, every day.
[Chorus]
C
To be real,
Em
Real
Am C Em
F G
You are real, real
F
Show us what it means to love like this.
F
To be real
G
To be real
F
More than a memory,
G
More than a story.
F
Real
[Intro]
F7 C Em
[Verse 1]
F7 C Em
Frozen statues in the cold, washed in moonlight blue and gold.
F7 Am G
Mary's babe in plastic hay, quiet wonder on her face.
F7 C Em
Mary, you look so serene, far too pretty, much too clean.
F7 C Em
We might think we know you well, but what stories would you tell?
F Am C Em
Of all the dirt and dust and shame, every burning labor pain,
F G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...
[Chorus]
F G
I am real.
Am F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
F G
Let me be real. Real.
Am F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.
F
To be real.
[Interlude]
F7 C Em
[Verse 2]
F7 C Em
Shepherds bending to the ground, Bethlehem is safe and sound.
F7 C Em
Joseph, you look brave and true, but do we know what it was like to be you?
F7 C Em
How many sleepless nights awake found you desperate and afraid?
F7 G
And as I turn to walk away, I hear you say...
[Chorus]
F G
I am real.
Am F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
F G
Let me be real, real
Am F
And I'll show you what it means to love like this.
[Bridge]
Dm C
To love like you don't even care about the hurry and the hussle,
Dm C
Like you are unaware December comes with so much trouble
Dm C F
Cause you believe a baby came not in paintings or in plays
F
But every minute, every hour, every day.
[Chorus]
C
To be real,
Em
Real
Am C Em
F G
You are real, real
F
Show us what it means to love like this.
F
To be real
G
To be real
F
More than a memory,
G
More than a story.
F
Real
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