Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency hard, right?
But when rightfully humbled, God up in burning bushes
May we step into the like "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no authority
Just a walking stick of an and not an ounce of fear
May we have a birthed out of a revelation of promise
A reflex caused by what you know to be of God
Life is not a comic
There are no perfect victims or villains, us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks to capsize murderers
on his power of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of what Babylon is
In the vein of the metaphor of what love exists for
May my be permanently associated with those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for what Pharaoh
May we be champions
And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope
Resurrection shows that this is not our home
We are living out what a past action bought us
With the that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of creation groaning, labor aches and
Like the crushing of a planet's could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the feeling where morning's a blessing
'Cause every breath could be your one man, that's the answer
Be patient with one another, be 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought
Christ the hope of glory sealed our
Purchased permanently, by only Him
But my mouth has yet to catch up what my heart knows
And my heart is still lightyears behind my library, scary
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the influence I had on those with plaques on they
It could leave a man salty like "when it be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning towards an beneath me
And I am just them, a systemic participant
Longing for and hoping in salvation
Yeah, hoping in
Waiting for the day He make the crooked way

We march on a crooked
And we our eyes
And we raise our
is going to roll
Like a wide
Like a wide

state of our soul's gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he paid all our
And repaved the streets and found homes for the
Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum
son of a gun said rescue could never come lord
And we all believed him and took matters our own hands
And a filthy mess of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, were proof of a flawed system
And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating hearts
But the hope of love and acceptance
That racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the like we ain't like them
And they not us and gender [fought off a suicide??] among us
The already but not yet, so we look for it joy and anticipation
For when the time comes soon and make the crooked way straight

We march on a road
And we our eyes
And we raise our
Justice is to roll
Like a wide
Like a river

I'm really starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm older
I've to notice I'm becoming more introverted
Tryna
Finding I need a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can the track down
I like it when the level's in my head
Sometimes I the volume is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and not sustainable
Help me to remember of mind
Despite what would be
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me the quiet
Remember the