“THE RIVER WHERE MY OIL RETURNS”

[VERSE_1] She stood alone in the quiet before dawn, Hands once shaking now lifting the broken She carried hope into the darkest rooms, But no one saw her own flame fading Every prayer she gave took a drop from her lamp Every smile she wore hid the weight she carried She whispered, “Tomorrow I’ll rest… tomorrow I’ll breathe,” But tomorrow never came [PRE_CHORUS_1] She tried to light her lamp again But the flame was only smoke She cried, “Lord, how can a guide for others Feel so empty inside?” [CHORUS_1] And the silence felt like a wilderness Where even strong hearts break Her lamp was dry, her strength was gone And she fell to her knees in the night [VERSE_2] Then footsteps broke through the quiet Jesus sat beside her in the dust Not angry, not disappointed Just present in her ache He held her empty lamp gently Turned it over—nothing left “You’ve poured out everything I gave you,” He said, “but you forgot the source.” [PRE_CHORUS_2] She trembled, “If I stop pouring, Who will hold the hurting up?” He smiled, “If your lamp goes out, Who will remind you where the light comes from?” [CHORUS_2] Then He led her to a river of oil Shining like liquid gold He dipped her lamp and it overflowed Because the source never runs dry [BRIDGE — TRIUMPH RISING] The weight she carried fell away The pressure to save the world dissolved She learned she wasn’t called to carry the fire Only to stay close to the flame Her lamp burned brighter than ever before Not from strength, but from surrender Not from striving, but from staying Near the One who fills forever [FINAL_CHORUS — TRIUMPHANT] Now she ministers from overflow Her fire no longer fed by fear Every morning she kneels and prays, “Keep me near Your flame, Lord—keep me here.” Her oil once ran out, But that’s how she found the river And she tells the world with a steady smile, “I know where the source is now.” [OUTRO_SPOKEN] Lamps burn out. But the Shepherd who fills them Never does.