Ten Thousand - John Mark McMillan

Ten thousand glimmering like coals in our chest

Ball bearings drawn to the magnetic breath

Of ten thousand weeping with wings on their tears

Amidst ten thousand voices for ten thousand years

For ten thousand graves yawning, unlocked and unlatched

Now ten thousand holes with rocks on their backs

Ten thousand tombs gaping wide singing the praises

Of ten thousand bodies unlaced and unlaid

As the ten thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten thousand standing on Nineveh’s shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

«World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome by my song and the blood of a Son»

Ten thousand rivers run red like my veins

Where the bones of men hum like a rattling cage

For sinew to cling to, for wind to remain

In ten thousand lungs for ten thousand days

Breathing like a choir of holes in the ground

Where the cynical have lain, where the cynical go down

Save the gravity of time lets go of her drowned

Like ten thousand sparrows unlocked and unwound

As the ten thousand highways unfold their doors

For the ten thousand standing on Nineveh’s shores

Where the blood of a husband silences wars

For the girl who rises to meet him

And she sings

«World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome by my song and the blood of a Son»

She sings

«World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome you

World, I’ve overcome by my song and the blood of a Son»