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[Verse 1]
Listen, O coastlands, hear my cry,
From the womb He called me by name.
Before my first breath kissed the sky,
He set apart my life for His flame.
A sword in His hand, a voice to proclaim,
A servant to carry His light, not my fame.
[Chorus]
I’ve labored in love, expecting no praise,
Poured out my heart through wearisome days.
Though it seems I’ve worked in vain,
My hands left empty, worn by strain—
Yet my reward is with the Lord above,
For He fills my soul, He fuels my love.
[Verse 2]
To the ones I love, I give my all,
Not for favor, not to stand tall.
It is God who gives and sustains the breath,
Without His grace, all ends in death.
So I love with what He’s freely poured,
And in their silence, I trust my Lord.
[Bridge]
I spoke, “I’ve spent my strength on dust,”
But still in Him, I place my trust.
For every tear, every unseen deed,
God knows, and He will meet my need.
He formed me, called me, made me whole,
His glory is the goal of my soul.
[Chorus]
I’ve labored in love, expecting no praise,
Poured out my heart through wearisome days.
Though it seems I’ve worked in vain,
My hands left empty, worn by strain—
Yet my reward is with the Lord above,
For He fills my soul, He fuels my love.
[Outro]
So I’ll keep giving, I’ll keep sowing,
Even if the winds aren’t blowing.
My strength may fail, but not His grace—
I walk in love in every place.
Because my recompense is not from man,
It’s in the heart of God’s great plan.
Details
GeneratedJul 3, 2025
Duration3:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
Try a fusion of Oud, Darbuka, and Hebrew Ney flute, blending Arabic maqam with Jewish folk melodies—soulful and deep.
Credits
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