ترنيمة يسوع قد قام من الأموات - نادر نبيل
فريق تسبيح خدمة الحياة الجديدة

ترتيمة يسوع قد قام من الأموات

المحيطات (اتي اليك على الماء) - كما في السماء - بيت ايل

صالح - ليس مثلك

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ترنيمة من بطوننا تخرج أنهار
فريق تسبيح خدمة الحياة الجديدة 
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ترنيمة من بطوننا تخرج أنهار

أشعر أن مجدك يملأ المكان - فريق كنيسة الحياة الجديدة- بغداد

ترنيمة تعلقت نفسي بك.. فريق خدمة طريق الحياة

تسبيح د| مارتن ماجد  - شيفت بيت الصلاة المنيا - ارسالية اصنع فرق 27-7-2024

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The Buddha said: "He abused me, he struck me, he defeated me, he robbed me"—for those who dwell on such thoughts, hatred is never appeased. For those who don't dwell? The hatred settles.

This song is about that record player in your head—the one that keeps spinning the same old hurt on repeat. You didn't choose what happened to you, but you do choose whether to keep rehearsing it.

Slow Chicago blues shuffle. Warm tube amp. Midnight bar feel. A song for anyone who's ready to lift the needle and let the room go quiet.

You ain't denying what happened. You're just choosing what you feed.

🙏 Part of the Dhammapada Reborn project—ancient Buddhist wisdom transmitted through American Blues.

[Verse 1]
Sat up in the kitchen with the lights down low
Old hurt spinning like a late-night show
He talked bad about me, took what I earned
Needle in the groove where the anger burns

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Verse 2]
Screens glow blue, feeding all your doubt
Same five memories keep wearing you out
She betrayed me, left me, broke my name
Playing it on loop like it's earning you fame

[Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, let your heart get out the key

[Bridge]
You ain't denying what happened, you're just choosing what you feed
You can water thorns all evening or plant a kinder seed
Hate is a squatter, stop paying the rent
Drop the stylus, walk away, that's how the fury's spent

[Verse 3]
Morning sun creeping, whole house still
Coffee steam rising, quiet on the sill
You breathe in mercy, breathe out the fight
Let the track go silent, feel the room fill with light

[Final Chorus]
Put that record down, let the hate lie down
Set the vinyl on the shelf, let the needle rest now
You can sing that pain forever, but it never makes you free
Put that record down, leave the loop, step into peace

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