I stand among the millions, and I can't help but feel so small, For I am just a speck of dust, a particle existing on this great big spinning ball. The part of me that's human, it tells me I am not that strong, There's a power in my soul, greater than us all, and I'm reminded I am not my own. I'm yielded to a higher calling: I'm... One voice, shining through the darkest night. One voice, standing up for what is right. One voice, nothing more and nothing less, Than a voice crying out, a voice in the wilderness. The voices of confusion, can fill a world that's all my own. Running havoc through my mind, all the truth and all the lies, It's so hard to sift the right from wrong. In the middle of the choosing, through the clutter of this human noise, When my words fall to the ground, all the dust has settled down, All that matters is Your still small voice.wǒ men měi cì xiāng jù Hneď za rána chváľme Pána Oh My Soul Isaia 53 Славь ạlmsyḥ qạm Sen Goʻzalsan va Buyuk Рəббим, Исмини јүксəлдирəм يا ملك الملوك Sunt strajerul care striga
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