I walk the streets of London
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and notice in the faces passing by
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something that makes me stop and listen
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My heart grows heavy with the cry
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Where is the hope for London
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You whisper and my heart begins to soar
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as I'm reminded every street in London is Yours
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I walk the dirt roads of Uganda
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I see the scars that war has left behind
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Hope like the sun is fading
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and they're waiting for a cure no one can find
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And I hear children's voices singing
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of a God who heals and rescues and restores
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and I'm reminded that every child in Africa is Yours
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It's all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
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From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor
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and it's all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
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You're the maker and keeper, Father and ruler of everything
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It's all Yours
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I walk the sidewalks of Nashville
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like Singapore, Manila and Shanghai
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I brush by the beggar's hand and the wealthy man
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and everywhere I look I realize
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Just like the streets of London
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for every man and woman, boy and girl
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All of creation, this is our Father's world
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It's all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
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From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor
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and it's all Yours God, Yours God, everything is Yours
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You're the maker and keeper, Father and ruler of everything
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It's all Yours, God
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It's all Yours, God
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It's all Yours, God
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It's all Yours
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The glory is Yours, God
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All the honor is Yours, God
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The power is Yours, God
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The glory is Yours, God
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You're the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords
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And it's all Yours God, Yours God
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Everything is Yours
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From the stars in the sky to the depths of the ocean floor
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And it's all Yours God, Yours God
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Everything is Yours
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All the greatness and power, the glory and splendor and majesty
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Everything is Yours
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It's all Yours
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Yours (Acoustic)
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| Steven Curtis Chapman |
