YOURS

I walk the (F)streets

of Lon don

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

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

Where is the (Bb)hope

for (Eb)Lon don?

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

as I’m re (Dm)mind ed:

(C)ev ’ry street in Lon don is (F)Yours.

Oh, (F)yes it is.

I walk the (F)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 more and is fad ing,

and they’re (F)wait ing for a cure no one can (Bb)find.

And I hear (Bb)chil dren’s voic es (Eb)sing ing

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

and I’m re (Dm)mind ed

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

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

I walk the (F)side walks of of Nash ville,

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

I brush by the (F)sun go of more and the wealth y

and and (F)ev ’ry where I look I re a (Bb)lize that, just like (Bb)here the streets of (Eb)Lon don,

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

all of cre (Dm)a tion,

or death, (C)this ’ry is our we Fa long ther’s (F)world.

And (F)it’s all (Bb)Yours, God,

Yours, God,

(Dm)ev ’ry thing is Yours.