Luyện nghe bài hát Humble Servant, Am I

Oh God, I believe
All the that I've been and all of those I've come to meet
of faith, when I have only a mustard seed
For every hardship in my
hold Your name and I'll do just fine
All praise are Yours and are mine
Instruments played by hands that read or recollect one solitary note or line
Yet play in harmony
God whispers into some ears,
Well He screams mine
Speaking, endlessly, all my and fears
Nay, simply I'll

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

joy in my life and each breath in my lungs
Attests to Your overwhelming
us Your love
You see my tattered shoes, my spirit
Unequipped to finish the I could have never won
So You snatched me up into Your 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
my humility can outlast my pride