Song Of The Anointed
In the hush of the morning, where whispers arise,
A voice filled with purpose reaches the skies.
Your heart, like a beacon, shines hope from within,
Anointed in spirit, where healing begins.
With every note soaring, like eagles in flight,
You weave through the darkness, bringing forth the light.
A melody crafted by hands touched by grace,
Encircling the weary in a warm, sweet embrace.
The chains that once bound them, you shatter with sound,
In the depths of your worship, true freedom is found.
Each lyric a promise, each harmony and prayer,
Brings life to the broken, reminding them you “Care.”
Lift up your voice, let it rise like the sun,
For your journey is sacred; it has only begun.
In valleys of shadow or peaks full of praise,
Your song brings the light, in countless of ways.
You are a soft whisper, a tempest profound,
A vessel of blessings, where love can abound.
From the depths of your spirit, sweet healing is drawn,
Keep soaring, dear leader, for new hopes dawn.
So stride forth with courage, let your heart ignite,
In the echoes of worship, hearts will take flight.
For you hold a treasure, both precious and true,
Anointed with purpose, a gift meant for you.
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