Lyrics 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 praise
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 have overcome you
World, I have overcome you
World, I have 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
And 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 have overcome you
World, I have overcome you
World, I have overcome
By my song and the blood of a son