Yours

I walk the (F)streets

of London and notice in the faces passing (Bb)by something that (F)makes me stop and listen.

My heart grows heavy with the cry.

Where is the (Bb)hope

for London?

You whisper and my heart begins to soar

as I'm reminded:

(C)ev'ry street in London is

Yours. Oh, (F)yes it is.

(Bb)I walk the (F)dirt roads of Uganda,

I see the scars that war has left (Bb)behind.

I Hope like the (F)sun gar's hand is fading y man,

and they're waiting for a cure no one can (Bb)find.

And I hear children's voices singing

of a God who heals and rescues and restores,

and I'm reminded

that (C)ev'ry child in (F)Africa is Yours.

And it's all (Bb)Yours,

God, Yours, God,

(Dm)ev'rything is Yours.

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

And (F)it's all (Bb)Yours,

God, Yours, God,

(Dm)ev'rything is Yours.

You're the (Gm7)Maker and Keeper, and (F)Father and Ruler of (Bb)ev'rything.

(Csus)It's all (F)Yours.

(Fsus2)I walk the (F)sidewalks of of Nashville like Singapore,

Manila and (Bb)Shanghai.

I brushed by the (F)beg gar's hand and the ing y man,

and and ev'rywhere I look I (Bb)realize that,

just like chil the streets of London,

for a ev'ry man and woman,

boy and girl,

all of creation,

that (C)this 'ry is our Farither's (F)world.

Yours. And it's all (Bb)Yours,

God, Yours, God,

(Dm)ev'rything is Yours.

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

And (F)it's all (Bb)Yours,