His Story

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Lyrics

[Intro]
[synth pad swells, congas enter low]

[Verse 1]
Grey suit stepping over a man on the ground
Doesn't break his stride, doesn't look down
Behind him a kid in cutoff shorts
Eating a sandwich like nothing's wrong
Three whole lives in the length of a block
Same sidewalk, same second, same clock

[Verse 2]
Found myself walking through Brooklyn one day
Black hats and curls, a family at play
Kids climbing Daddy like he's a tree
He laughs, he lifts them, he sets them free
Then he walks off on some errand, alone
Passes a stranger — and nods, like he's known

[Chorus]
Every soul that I pass has a world of its own
Joy and its sorrow, a life fully grown
A million around me, and I'm walking blind
Each one an epic I'll never find

And I wonder what grandeur must look like above
Where every last one of them's held in His love
Add them together, however it's told —
That's how it becomes His story

[Verse 3]
Driver from Nepal, three years out west
Now here in the city, giving his best
Wife and a child back home in the hills
He hasn't seen them in — he doesn't say still
Just drives through the night with the radio low
Carrying more than I'll ever know

[Chorus]
Every soul that I pass has a world of its own
Joy and its sorrow, a life fully grown
A million around me, and I'm walking blind
Each one an epic I'll never find

And I wonder what grandeur must look like above
Where every last one of them's held in His love
Add them together, however it's told —
That's how it becomes His story

[Instrumental Interlude]
[melodic figure over odd-time bass and double kick, synth builds underneath, tempo pulls back]

[Bridge]
[strings/synth swell, tempo eases]
Zoom out far enough, the city's just light
Ten million windows lit up in the night
Every single one an entire arc
Only one set of eyes sees it all in the dark
Not mine, not yours — but Somebody's

[Chorus - Full Band, key lift]
Every soul that I pass has a world of its own
Joy and its sorrow, a life fully grown
A million around me, and I'm walking blind
Each one an epic I'll never find

And that's the grandeur, that's what it's for
Every stranger's a page, every sidewalk a door
Add them together, however it's told —
That's how it becomes His story

His story...
His story...

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