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Steven Curtis Chapman - Yours |
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I walk the streets of London |
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And notice in the faces passing by |
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Somthing that makes me stop and listen |
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My heart grows heavy with the cry |
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Where is the hope for London? |
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You whisper and my heart begins to soar |
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As I'm reminded |
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That every street in London is Yours |
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Oh, yes it is |
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I walk the dirt roads of Uganda |
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I see the scars that war has left behind |
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Hope like the sun is fading |
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They're waiting for a cure no one can find |
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And I hear children's voices singing |
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Of a God who heals and rescues and restores |
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And I'm reminded |
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That every child in Africa is Yours |
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And its all Yours, God, Yours, God |
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Everything is Yours |
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From the stars in the sky |
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To the depths of the ocean floor |
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You're the Maker and Keeper, |
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Father and Ruler of everything |
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It's all Yours |
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And I walk the sidewalks of Nashville |
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Like Singapore, Manila and Shanghai |
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I rush by the beggar's hand and the wealthy man |
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And everywhere I look I realize |
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That just like the streets of London |
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For every man and woman, boy and girl |
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All of creation |
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This is our Father's world |
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It's all Yours, God |
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The glory is Yours, God |
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All the honor is Yours, God |
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The power is Yours, God |
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You're the King of Kings |
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And Lord of Lords |
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All the greatness and power, |
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the glory and splendor and majesty |
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Yeah, it's all Yours |
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My life is Yours, my heart is Yours |
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My hands and my feet |
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Every song that I sing |
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It's all Yours, all is Yours |
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All belongs to You |
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Our gifts are Yours, God |
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All our dreams are Yours, God |
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All our plans are Yours, God |
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The whole earth is Yours, God |
