YOURS

I walk the (F)streets

of Lon don

and (F)no tice in the fac es pass ing (Bb)by some thing that makes me stop and lis ten.

My (F)heart grows heav y with the cry.

Where is the (Bb)hope

for Lon don?

You (Bb)whis per and my heart be gins to soar

as I’m re mind ed:

(C)ev ’ry street in Lon don is

Yours.

Oh, (F)yes it is.

I walk the dirt roads of U gan da,

I (F)see the scars that war has left be (Bb)hind.

I Hope like the (F)sun gar’s hand is fad ing y man, and they’re (F)wait ing for a cure no one can (Bb)find.

And I hear chil dren’s voic es sing ing

of a (Bb)God who heals and res cues and re stores,

and I’m re mind ed

that (C)ev ’ry child in Af ri ca is Yours.

And (F)it’s all (Bb)Yours, God, Yours, God, (Dm)ev ’ry thing is Yours.

From the (Gm7)stars in the sky to the (F)depths of the o cean (C)floor.

And (F)it’s all (Bb)Yours, God, Yours, God, (Dm)ev ’ry thing is Yours.

You’re the (Gm7)Mak er and Keep er, and (F)Fa ther and Rul er of ev ’ry thing.

It’s all (F)Yours.

I walk the side walks of of Nash ville

like (F)Sing a pore, Ma nil a and Shang (Bb)hai.

I brushed by the (F)beg gar’s hand and the ing y man, and and (F)ev ’ry where I look I re a (Bb)lize that, just like chil the streets of Lon don,

for a (Bb)ev ’ry man and wom an, boy and girl,

all of cre a tion,

that (C)this ’ry is our Fa ri ther’s world.

Yours.

And (F)it’s all (Bb)Yours, God, Yours, God, (Dm)ev ’ry thing is Yours.

From the (Gm7)stars in the sky to the (F)depths of the o cean (C)floor.

And (F)it’s all (Bb)Yours, God, Yours, God, (Dm)ev ’ry thing is Yours.

All the (Gm7)great ness and pow er and (F)glo ry, the splen dor and maj es ty.

It’s all (F)Yours.

I walk the

It’s all (F)Yours,

God.

It’s all (Bb)Yours,

God.