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Future / Past - John Mark McMillan

Intro Verse 1 You hold the reins on the sun and the moon Like hor - ses driven by kings You cover the mountains, the valleys below With the breadth of your mighty wings Pre-Chorus All treasures of wisdom and things to be known Are hid - den inside of your hand And in this fortunate turn of events…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
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Nothing Stands Between Us - John Mark McMillan

Intro Verse 1 River of gladness fill my soul Jesus, You’re my greatest thought God, I know Pre-Chorus I see the light I see the lightning I hear Your voice Inside the cracking thunder Chorus Singing, nothing stands between us Oh, nothing stands between us But love now Nothing stands between us Oh,…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan, Gabriel Wilson 'gabe'
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan, Gabriel Wilson 'gabe'
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Heart Runs - John Mark McMillan

Verse 1 Like deer to the pool I’m coming after you Like a thirst - y animal My heart is for your love Verse 2 Like Jonah from the deep I’m coming out of my sleep To find the se - crets that you keep Is the only thing worth rising for Pre-Chorus From the dirt you’ve drawn me out And you draw me out…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
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Glorious Things - John Mark McMillan

Verse 1 God, I'll tell my daughters and sons To the ones who've yet to come the glory That crowns You God, I'll sing while I am young, sing till this Breath of mine is done The beauty surrounds You Chorus Glorious things are spoken You Glorious things too great to tell Glorious things are spoken of…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan, Sarah McMillan
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan, Sarah McMillan
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Baby Son – John Mark McMillan

Verse 1 We thought you'd come with a crown of gold A string of pearls and a cashmere robe We thought you'd clinch an iron fist And rain like fire on the politics Chorus But without a sword, no armored guard But common born in mother's arms The government now rests upon The shoulders of this baby…

Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan
Writer(s):  John Mark McMillan

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