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Ten Thousand, my new favorite song, at least for now, by 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'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

I took some pictures today.