[Verse 1 — softly spoken] Every voice is polished silver; every promise bends with need. Praise is traded like a favour; truth grows lonely in the street. [Response — lightly sung] Speak Your faithful word, O Lord, clear as rain upon the stone. Guard the small and lift the weary; leave no wounded heart alone. [Verse 2 — softly spoken] Proud tongues claim they own the story, hiding hunger beneath noise. But You hear the sigh of the forgotten, and You rise to give them voice. [Response — gentle harmony] Speak Your faithful word, O Lord, clear as rain upon the stone. Guard the small and lift the weary; leave no wounded heart alone. [Bridge — intimate prayer] Purify our speaking too— single heart and honest tongue. May our words become a shelter, not a weapon for the strong. [Final Response — softly repeated] Your word does not bend… Your promise carries us home.
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