Yours is the sand
Yours is the soil
Yours is the wild card that makes the whole hand royal
But I plan to get mine when I'm here is this world
When I'm here in this world
Yours is the dirt
Yours is the clay
Yours is the boot that kicks the dogs out of the way
But I plan to get mine when I'm here in these days
When I'm here in these days
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
Just not yet
Yours is the north
Yours is the south
Yours is the tongue that shapes the words in my mouth
But sometimes it seems like the time has all run out
The time has all run out
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
Just not yet
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
And we'll understand what was written and what we read
And the grace of God will walk with us with every step
Just not yet
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Yours is the sand
Yours is the soil
Yours is the wild card that makes the whole hand royal
But I plan to get mine when I'm here is this world
When I'm here in this world
Yours is the dirt
Yours is the clay
Yours is the boot that kicks the dogs out of the way
But I plan to get mine when I'm here in these days
When I'm here in these days
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
Just not yet
Yours is the north
Yours is the south
Yours is the tongue that shapes the words in my mouth
But sometimes it seems like the time has all run out
The time has all run out
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
Just not yet
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
And we'll understand what was written and what we read
And the grace of God will walk with us with every step
Just not yet
Yours is the soil
Yours is the wild card that makes the whole hand royal
But I plan to get mine when I'm here is this world
When I'm here in this world
Yours is the dirt
Yours is the clay
Yours is the boot that kicks the dogs out of the way
But I plan to get mine when I'm here in these days
When I'm here in these days
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
Just not yet
Yours is the north
Yours is the south
Yours is the tongue that shapes the words in my mouth
But sometimes it seems like the time has all run out
The time has all run out
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
Just not yet
What's been thrown into the water is washing back again
And the battlefields will all return our dead
And the banks will forgive every form of debt
And the open hands will all find loaves of bread
And the blind will finally see where they've been led
And we'll understand what was written and what we read
And the grace of God will walk with us with every step
Just not yet
Writer: Benjamin Murphy
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