Текст песни
Give me, God, good words,
so I can breathe them into people.
So in every tired stranger
I see light, not only shadow.
Give me, God, good words,
not for noise, but for the soul.
So whatever You grow in me
turns quiet into gold.
We move too fast through one another,
forgetting how to really see.
Carrying bitterness like winter,
as if tenderness came with a fee.
But under all this human tiredness,
under glass and stone and smoke,
someone isn’t waiting for a miracle
just one kind word that feels like home.
Give me, God, good words,
so I can breathe them into people.
So in every tired stranger
I see light, not only shadow.
Give me, God, good words,
not for noise, but for the soul.
So whatever You grow in me
turns quiet into gold.
I don’t need to sound any louder,
I just want to sound more true.
Let my words be warm as bread is
when somebody’s breaking through.
Where it’s dark and small and heavy,
let me leave a little grace.
Not to judge what hurts in others
just to bring a softer place.
Let them fly,
light and low.
Let them find
the ones who need them most.
Keep a light in me
even when no answer comes.
Give me, God, good words,
so I can breathe them into people.
So in every tired stranger
I see light, not only shadow.
Give me, God, good words,
not for fame, but for love.
So whatever You grow in me
stays living
stays warm
stays enough.
Give me, God, good words
