[Spoken Word]
“This is a prayer for the ones who have more than enough…
and still look away.
Not to shame them —
but to wake them.”
[Intro - Instrumental]
[Verse 1]
Tower lights and guarded doors
Accounts that could end the war
Tables full, glasses raised
While hunger waits outside the gate
Power speaks, money moves
Silence answers desperate truth
They call it earned, they call it fate
While suffering stands and waits
[Pre-Chorus]
They’re not evil, they’re asleep
Comfort dulled their sight
Blessed with more than they could spend
Still afraid to choose what’s right
[Chorus]
So God, if You’re listening tonight
Reach the hearts that closed their doors
The ones with more than they’ll ever need
Still asking “what’s mine” for
Open their eyes, soften their pride
Teach them what wealth is for
God, don’t take their blessings —
just teach them how to pour
[Verse 2]
Fear wears suits and polished smiles
Calls greed “wisdom,” mercy “wild”
Builds its kingdom tall and wide
While broken people pass it by
They fear loss more than the cry
Fear the cost of changing sides
But no one keeps what time will take
No throne outlives the grave
[Pre-Chorus 2]
They were trusted with much
Not crowned above the rest
Given more so they could lift
Not hoard it in their chest
[Chorus - Powerful]
So God, if You’re listening tonight
Reach the hearts that closed their doors
The ones with more than they’ll ever need
Still asking “what’s mine” for
Open their eyes, soften their pride
Teach them what wealth is for
God, don’t take their blessings —
just teach them how to pour
[Bridge]
Remind them comfort isn’t evil
But indifference can be
Remind them love costs something
But it sets the captives free
Let them feel the weight of names
Not numbers on a screen
Let them meet the ones they could save
And finally see
[Final Chorus]
So God, if You’re listening tonight
Reach the hearts that closed their doors
The ones with more than they’ll ever need
Still asking “what’s mine” for
Open their eyes, soften their pride
Teach them what wealth is for
God, don’t take their blessings —
just teach them how to pour
Because generosity can heal
What power never could
A single choice, an open hand
Can still do so much good
And God, I still believe somehow
Even hearts of stone can bend
Soften them before it’s too late
And turn wealth into a means to mend
[Outro - Instrumental]
[Spoken Word]
“To whom much is given…
much is entrusted.
Let compassion be louder than fear.”
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