Yours sing and play along

I walk the streets

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

My heart grows heavy with the cry.

Where is the hope

for London?

You whisper and my heart begins to soar

as I'm reminded:

ev'ry street in London is

Yours. Oh, yes it is.

I walk the dirt roads of Uganda,

I see the scars that war has left behind.

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

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

And I hear children's voices singing

of a God who heals and rescues and restores,

and I'm reminded

that ev'ry child in Africa is Yours.

And it's all Yours,

God, Yours, God,

ev'rything is Yours.

From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor.

And it's all Yours,

God, Yours, God,

ev'rything is Yours.

You're the Maker and Keeper, and Father and Ruler of ev'rything.

It's all Yours.

I walk the sidewalks of of Nashville like Singapore,

Manila and Shanghai.

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

and and ev'rywhere I look I realize that,

just like chil the streets of London,

for a ev'ry man and woman,

boy and girl,

all of creation,

that this 'ry is our Farither's world.

Yours. And it's all Yours,

God, Yours, God,

ev'rything is Yours.

From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor.

And it's all Yours,

God, Yours, God,

ev'rything is Yours.

All the greatness and power and glory,

the splendor and majesty.

It's all Yours.

I walk the

It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. The glory is Yours,

God. All the honor is Yours,

God. The power is Yours,

God. The glory is Yours,

God. You're the King of kings and Lord of lords.

And it's all

Ev'rything is Yours.

Yeah, it's all Yours.

It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all Yours,

God. It's all God.