Yours

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Father Mulcahy enjoyed looking at old photos, but none so much, perhaps, as those taken ten to thirteen years ago in Korea. As the priest thought back over the experiences God had brought him through—the war, the hospital, the orphans, losing his hearing, his battle with depression, regaining his hearing, working as a chaplain in this veteran's hospital in St. Louis—Mulcahy considered anew how it all fit into God's purpose. He was in control. It all belonged to Him. Mulcahy began to sing quietly to himself.

"I've walked the streets of Seoul

And notice the faces of people walking by

Something that makes me stop and listen

My heart grows heavy with a cry

Where is the hope for Seoul

You whisper and my heart begins to soar

For I'm reminded every street in Seoul is Yours

I've walked the dirt roads of Ouijongbu

I see the scars this war will leave behind

Hope like the sun is fading

Wounded men arrive with very little time

I hear the orphans' voices singing

Of a God who heals and rescues and restores

And I'm reminded every child in Korea is Yours

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

From the stars in the sky

To the depths of the ocean floor

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

You're the Maker and Keeper

Father and Ruler of everything

I walk the sidewalks of St. Louis

Like Panmunjom, Sister Theresa's and Tokyo

Brushed by the veteran's hand and a civilian man

And everywhere I look I realize

Just like the streets of Seoul

For every man and woman, boy and girl

And all of creation, this is our Father's world

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

From the stars in the sky

To the depths of the ocean floor

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

You're the Maker and Keeper

Father and Ruler of everything

It's all Yours

I've walked the valley of death's shadow

So deep and dark that I could barely breathe

I've seen far more than I can bear

And I've questioned everything that I believe

And still even there in that great darkness

A comfort and hope came breaking through

Now I can say, in life or death

God we belong to You

We are Yours, God, Yours God

Everything is Yours

From the stars in the sky

To the depths of the ocean floor

And it's all Yours, God, Yours, God

Everything is Yours

All the greatness and power

Glory, splendor and majesty

Everything is Yours

It's all Yours"

Silently, Father Mulcahy closed the album and placed it back on the shelf. It was almost time to head into the hospital. Jameel Klinger had just had his appendix out, and Mulcahy had promised to check in on him. The chaplain smiled to himself. Soon Lee and Jameel. Another example of God's will taking a less than pleasant situation, this time for Max Klinger, and bringing something beautiful out of it. We really are Yours, Lord.

AN: The italics are the portions of the original song I didn't change at all.

The song is Yours by Steven Curtis Chapman and includes Maria's Verse. It can be heard here: /watch?vCjqmhMBztag

This is my first vid, so it's not high quality. Give me some time to play with it and learn. But you get the idea anyway.