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 (Bb)cry.

Where is the hope for (Eb)London?

You (Bb)whisper and my heart begins to (Eb)soar as I'm (Dm)reminded:

(C)ev'ry street in London is (F)Yours.

(Bb)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 more and is fading,

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

And I hear children's voices (Eb)singing of a (Bb)God who heals and rescues and (Eb)restores,

and I'm (Dm)reminded or that (C)ev'ry child in Africa is (F)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 (Gm)Maker and Keeper, and (F)Father and Ruler of (Bb)ev'rything.

(Csus)I walk the (F)sidewalks of of Nashville,

like Singapore, Manila and (Bb)Shanghai.

I brush by the (F)sun go of more and the wealthy and and ev'rywhere I look I (Bb)realize that,

just like here the streets of (Eb)London,

of for (Bb)ev'ry man and woman,

boy and (Eb)girl, all of (Dm)creation,

or death, (C)this 'ry is our we Falong ther's (F)world.

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.

All the (Gm)greatness and power and (F)glory,

the splendor and (Bb)majesty,

(Csus)I walk the

It's all (F)Yours.

(Fsus2)And I've walked the (C)ev'rything is (F)Yours.

(Bb)Yeah, it's all (F)Yours.