[Intro: a breath of silence, then soft Rhodes emerging, distant choir like light before dawn, sacred stillness] [Verse 1: intimate melodic recitation, close-mic vocal, almost whispered, fragile and prayerful, minimal accompaniment] The salt of the earth and the salt of heaven meet in the hidden depths of my heart, where it is broken open, and laid upon You. ⸻ [Pre-Chorus: harmony slowly opens, a quiet swell beneath the voice, choir entering like unseen compassion] The salt of the earth— desolation, loss, shame, memories burned to ash, a heart torn open. ⸻ [Chorus: soulful and tender, voice gently lifted, choir embracing from behind, warmth without excess] When these two salts meet in the hidden depths of my heart, I come to know, for the first time: faith is not righteousness, but the knowing of Your tears. ⸻ [Verse 2: a subtle pulse awakens, bass and brushed drums softly present, voice grounded yet still vulnerable] The salt of heaven— the depth of Your tears, the fullness of Your love, Your sorrow and Your mercy. ⸻ [Bridge: stripped back to near silence, suspended moment, voice alone or lightly supported, like a heart laid bare] The salt of the earth, the salt of the heaven, meeting in the hidden depths— one single taste. ⸻ [Final Chorus: full harmonic bloom, choir surrounding like mercy, emotional depth without force] When these two salts meet in the hidden depths of my heart, faith is not righteousness— it is the knowing of Your tears. ⸻ [Outro: everything softens and recedes, piano lingering, choir dissolving into air, near silence] Your tears. Your love. [Whispered, almost inaudible, as if within the heart] Amen… Hallelujah…
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