Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So dies hard, right?
But when humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the fray like "I got to say"
May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority
Just a walking of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith birthed out of a of promise
A reflex caused by you know to be true of God
Life is not a book
There are no perfect victims or villains, us
We are oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers
Resting on his power of deliverance and the to accomplish it
May I stand in the of what Babylon is biting
In the of the best metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently with those hated
An exodus from with zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope
Resurrection shows that this is not our home
We are sojourners living out what a past action us
With the knowledge that we have yet to see the of what it got us
All of groaning, labor aches and pains
Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My soul covered in blood stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could the feeling where every morning's a blessing
'Cause every breath could be your last one man, that's the
Be patient with one another, be 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were once in darkness he brought forth
Christ the hope of glory sealed our
Purchased permanently, by only Him
But my mouth has yet to catch up with 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 a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is towards an attitude beneath me
And I am like them, a systemic participant
Longing for escape and hoping in
Yeah, in salvation
Waiting for the day He make the crooked way

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

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

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

I'm really to enjoy my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm more introverted
declutter
Finding I don't need a lot of stimulus to get me
And you can turn the down
I it when the level's even in my head
Sometimes I find the volume is in my brain
Stays in the red and not sustainable
me to remember peace of mind
Despite what would be
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me the quiet
Remember the