Verse 1 (intimate, reflective)
This world can speak in sharpened tones
Teach you love is earned alone
Build a throne on pride and fear
It crowns the loud, forgets the weak
Breaks the humble, calls it gain
Tells the tender, “Don’t be small”
So we build up guarded walls
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Pre-Chorus (soft realization)
But You don’t move like that
You don’t love like that
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Chorus (slow Afro sway, deep devotion)
You’re not like this world
You don’t bruise to build
You don’t wound to win
You don’t harden hearts to make them kneel
You’re steady and slow
Strong without shame
You lift the small one
And call her by name
Oh… my Father
You’re not like this world
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Verse 2
I learned to armor up my chest
Call exhaustion “doing my best”
Smile wide and swallow tears
Carry silent, heavy years
But You don’t rush a healing pace
You don’t turn from fragile faith
You sit beside the trembling child
And breathe calm into the air
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Pre-Chorus 2
You don’t demand
You invite
You don’t shame
You shine light
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Chorus (fuller, layered vocals)
You’re not like this world
You don’t conquer with control
You don’t measure worth
By what I hold
You’re gentle in might
Steady in grace
You don’t break the reed
You carry what’s weak
Oh… my Father
You’re not like this world
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Bridge (devotional — almost whispered at first)
When I was taught to hide
You said, “Stay.”
When I was told to fight
You said, “Rest.”
When I was told to earn
You said, “You’re Mine.”
Not forceful
Not cold
Not distant
But close
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Build (warrior daughter rise — soft but strong)
I can stay tender
In a cutting place
I can stay open
In a hardened age
Because I know
Whose child I am
Held in the hands
Of the Great I Am
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Final Chorus (reverent + victorious)
You’re not like this world
You don’t take to rule
You give Yourself
And call it truth
In a cruel, loud land
Where love grows thin
I run to the arms
Of my gentle King
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