Luyện nghe bài hát Humble Servant, Am I

Oh God, I can't
All the places that I've and all of those I've come to meet
Blessings of faith, when I have only a mustard
For every in my life
I'll Your name and I'll do just fine
All praise are and none are mine
played by hands that cannot read or recollect one solitary note or line
Yet in perfect harmony
God whispers some men's ears,
Well He screams mine
Speaking, endlessly, all my hopes and
Nay, I'll reply

Blessings so and divine
None of I do deserve
For a humble servant am I
Lowly, wash Your feet
With the tears cried

Each joy in my life and breath in my lungs
Attests to overwhelming grace
us Your love
You see my shoes, my broken spirit
to finish the race I could have never won
So You snatched me up Your strong arms
And over shoulders, I was slung
Lord, You've given me the tools to as Your own
Talent, drive, and the to run
All praise are Yours and none are

so sweet and divine
None of which I do
For only a servant, am I
Hope my can outlast my pride