Sacred Currency (Luke

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Sacred Currency (Luke 12:48)

(Verse 1 — cello pulse, crisp violin runs)
Sunrise in my palms, Gods power is hidden in His hands ,
Handed down like thunder from the Father of lights.
Gifts wrapped in glory, promises fulfilled are trees of life,
Every gift a ledger, every grace a loan.
I wear the name of Yeshua like a vow, stitched into my skin,
Steward of a story predestined from the start.

(Pre-Chorus — violin lifts)
The higher the calling, the heavier the keys,
Faith asks payment — not in gold, but in deeds.

(Chorus — full strings, driving beat)
To whom much is given, much is required,
Sacred currency of Heaven is paid in full by the blood of the Lamb,
I spread the Kingdom until the world catches fire.
We carry our crosses and cast down our crowns at His feet, Jesus Christ alone is worthy. If we have Jesus we have all we need.

(Verse 2 — cello walking bass, violin bright)
Footprints in dust, the ground knows who we are ,
Each truth shall set you free, each blessing an open door.
I trade my quiet mornings for the clamor of the climb,
Planting seeds in the thunder, harvesting the time.
Not for the applause, not for the fleeting cheer,
But for the voice that called me, If you love Me, you will obey.

(Pre-Chorus — build)
Every gift’s a flame that wants a careful hand,
To guard the spark, to feed the land.

(Chorus — stronger)
To whom much is given, much is required,
Sacred currency of Heaven is paid in full by the blood of the Lamb,
I spread the Kingdom until the world catches fire.
We carry our crosses and cast down our crowns at His feet, Jesus Christ alone is worthy. If we have Jesus we have all we need.

(Bridge — bowed strings stabs, whispered)
Callouses read like scripture on palms that won’t fold,
Every mercy’s a mission, every mercy’s a hold.
I am steward and servant, I am keeper of light,
I am more than a conqueror in Christ.

(Double Bass Solo — low, urgent, rolling)
(Instrumental: low strings speak the debt — heartbeat, earth, oath. Let the bass walk the weight, let the rhythm remind the soul.)

(Verse 3 — sparser, then swell)
Midnight watchman, prayer altar on my living room floor,
Praise rises like incense .
I gave my easy comforts, I traded sugar for salt,
Wore the cost like armor, let my pride see default.
And when the scales tumble, and the crowd looks away,
I’ll still hold my ledger — faith will have its day.

(Pre-Chorus — rising)
Kingdom laws and protocols,
God upholds His Word, His angels harken to it and perform what they have heard.

(Chorus — anthem)

To whom much is given, much is required,
Sacred currency of Heaven is paid in full by the blood of the Lamb,
I spread the Kingdom until the world catches fire.
We carry our crosses and cast down our crowns at His feet, Jesus Christ alone is worthy. If we have Jesus we have all we need.

(Outro — layered violin and cello, heartbeat bass)
Gave me the gift, gave me the flame, asked for my whole heart,
I’ll spend my days like currency — steward of the soul.
To whom much is given, much is required. May God be glorified.