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هو فيه احلي منه | ساتر ميخائيل

انت الفرح انت الامان انت جيت للعالم تدى سلام
جيت ونورك غطى كل عتمة و ظلام
انت الخلاص انت الطريق طوق النجاة لعالم غريق
جيت عشان يرجعلك كل خاطى بعيد

يوم ميلادك دا يوم عيدى
يوم خلاصى يوم تجديدى
اسمك انت صار نشيدى
اسم يسوع
يوم ميلادك جوة منى
جيت عشان تقدر تعيننى
ليك بارنم ليك باغنى
يا يسوع

جانا المسيح فى ملء الزمان دا كل شى بية هو كان
من غيرة ماكانش بالامكان يكون لى مكان
نزل المسيح لارضنا ساب السما و قرب لنا
اخلى نفسه صالحنا تانى عالسما

Enta Elfara7 -  فريق تسبيح القدير-  انت الفرح

تقول ليكن نور . سامر عادل + جوزيف سعد

ترنيمة أتحبني - المرنم زياد شحاده - حفل رب القيامة

‎ترنيمه سود يا يسوع في حياتي - صموئيل لطيف

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DHglxXlNQig/?igsh=azhqNjNobHdjejgy

Spontaneous worship from Flames of Fire Worship day 21-3-2025
Full shift
https://on.soundcloud.com/m9Uhxbb63nN4qDTe7

قد ملك-  رب الجنود / رئيس السلام / عمانوئيل / يسوع 
لذا نفرح نتهلل

#spontaneous #praise #worship #psalms #psalm96 #joy
#تسبيح #فرح_السما #يسوع #يسوع_ملك

مزمور ٩٦ - قد ملك يسوع

“Emozioni” by Alex Ander is a soul-stirring journey through love, memory, and the poetry of the heart. With its warm Mediterranean soundscape and smooth acoustic layers, the album blends soft pop, romantic ballad, and easy listening styles.

Each song unfolds with gentle mid-tempo rhythms and intimate acoustic arrangements, balancing melancholy and passion in perfect harmony. From the calm reflection of dawn to the fire of twilight desire, Emozioni captures every shade of feeling — tender, nostalgic, and timeless.

Styles: soft pop, acoustic, Mediterranean, romantic ballad, easy listening
Moods: heartfelt, nostalgic, poetic, passionate, reflective, warm, cinematic
Tempo: slow to mid-tempo, smooth acoustic flow

AMORE SCRITTO NELLE STELLE

A darkly visceral song about American decay, junk food martyrdom, and the spectacle we applaud while it collapses in real time. No metaphors. Just the meat parade.

Burgers Versus Drugs

The Silence in the Static
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[instrumental]

A signal deep under the ice
and the silence in the static
These are always the same story
To decode them will take magic

I think I hear a sound
Some say you're still around
But it could be only static
You never will be found

The static hides the silence
The noise drowns out my senses
But buried in the spectra
Is only empty silence

Any sound would give me hope
Any sound would be a rope
I would stretch and try to reach it
I would think I hear speech

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

[instrumental]

But can you hear silence?
I'm thinking that I can
But buried in the static
There's only silence
only silence

only silence

only silence

[outro]

Claude says:
This is a haunting meditation on loss, hope, and the human tendency to search for meaning in emptiness.
The lyrics explore the paradox of listening for something—or someone—who isn't there. The central metaphor of "silence in the static" is particularly effective: static is noise, yet the speaker recognizes that beneath all that interference lies only absence. This captures how grief and longing can make us strain to detect signals that don't exist.
The opening image of "a signal deep under the ice" evokes something frozen, preserved but unreachable—perhaps memories or the hope of contact with someone lost. The assertion that decoding these signals "will take magic" suggests the speaker knows rationally that what they seek is impossible, yet they continue searching anyway.
There's a psychological authenticity in lines like "Any sound would give me hope / Any sound would be a rope"—the desperation to grasp at anything, even false positives. The repetition of "only silence" at the end drives home the stark reality the speaker must ultimately accept.
The song also touches on how we can become trapped between two states: the noise that "drowns out my senses" and the silence beneath it. Neither offers comfort—one is overwhelming, the other is absence. It's a moving exploration of how difficult it can be to accept that someone is truly gone, and how we might keep "listening" long after there's nothing left to hear.


The Silence in the Static

يا إله الحب والسلطان فلتغر على اسمك
يا إله الحب والسلطان فلتغر على اسمك
لا يكن في وسط شعبك مذبحاً لغيرك .. مذبحاً لغيرك

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