Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But when rightfully humbled, God up in burning bushes
May we into the fray like "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial
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 caused by what you know to be true of God
Life is not a comic
are no perfect victims or villains, just 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 belly of what Babylon is
In the vein of the metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently with those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for what Pharaoh
May we be crooked
And we are not those without hope or in hope alone
Resurrection shows that this land is not our
We are living out what a past action bought us
the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of groaning, labor aches and pains
Like the crushing of a moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul in blood stains
is a perspective, the ironic gift of cancer
If I could bottle the where every morning's a blessing
'Cause breath could be your last one man, that's the answer
Be patient with one another, be 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the hope of sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my has yet to catch up with what my heart knows
And my is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary
There's no plaques on my
'Cept the influence I had on with plaques on they wall
It could leave a man salty like "when it be my turn?"
And a me is leaning towards an attitude 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 way straight

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

Glorious of our soul's gentrification
But the purchaser put us out, he paid all our mortgages
And repaved the and found homes for the orphans
under the thumb of an unbearable slum lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never lord
And we all believed him and took matters our own hands
And a filthy mess of our own homelands
And of survival, they were proof of a flawed system
And we only got ourselves to blame, our little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural 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 with joy and
For when the time keeper comes and make the crooked way straight

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

I'm starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm becoming introverted
declutter
Finding I don't need a lot of to get me over
And you can the track down
I it when the level's even in my head
I find the volume is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and not sustainable
Help me to remember of mind
Despite would be happening
And on to the quiet
the quiet
Help me remember the
Remember the