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.
