Real

F7      C       Em

[Verse 1]
F7                                
Frozen statues in the cold, washed
                 C             Em
 in moonlight blue and gold.
F7                                
Mary's babe in plastic hay, quiet 
             Am          G
wonder on her face.
F7                                
Mary, you look so serene, far too 
                C           Em
pretty, much too clean.
F7                                
We might think we know you well, 
                         C         
but what stories would you tell?
   Em

            F                   Am
Of all the dirt and dust and 
         C            Em
shame, every burning labor pain,
         F              C         
And as I turn to walk away, I hear
    G
 you say...

[Chorus]
     F        G
I am real.
           Am                   F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
          F        G
Let me be real.
            Am                     
And I'll show you what it means to 
         F
love like this.
        F
To be real.

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[Interlude]
F7              C       Em

[Verse 2]
F7                             
Shepherds bending to the ground, 
                       C         Em
Bethlehem is safe and sound.
F7                                
Joseph, you look brave and true, 
                         C         
but do we know what it was like to 
    Em
be you?
         F7                 Am
How many sleepless nights awake 
            C                Em
found you desperate and afraid?
         F7             C         
And as I turn to walk away, I hear
    G
 you say...

[Chorus]
     F        G
I am real.
           Am                   F
Don't turn me into memory or myth.
          F        G
Let me be real,
            Am                     
And I'll show you what it means to 
         F
love like this.

[Bridge]
             Dm                 
To love like you don't even care 
            C
about the hurry and the hussle,
     Dm                        C
Like you are unaware December comes 
with so much trouble

      Dm                       C
Cause you believe a baby came not in
 paintings or in plays
   F
But every minute, every hour, every 
day.

        C        Em          Am  
To be real,         real
       Em


[Chorus]
         F        G
You are real
Am                                
Show us what it means to love like 
F
this.
        F
To be real
        G
To be real
             F
More than a memory,
              G
More than a story.

  F
Real