Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the fray "I got something to say"
May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority
Just a walking stick of an old-timer and not an of fear
May we have a faith out of a revelation of promise
A reflex caused by what you know to be of God
is not a comic book
There are no perfect or villains, just us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to murderers
Resting on his of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of Babylon is biting
In the of the best metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated those hated
An exodus from Exodus zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks
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 sojourners out what a past action bought us
With the knowledge we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of creation groaning, aches and pains
Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul in blood stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the feeling every morning's a blessing
'Cause every breath could be last one man, that's the answer
Be patient one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the of glory sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by only Him
But my mouth has yet to catch up with my heart knows
And my is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary
There's no on my wall
'Cept the influence I had on those plaques on they wall
It could leave a man salty "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is towards an attitude beneath me
And I am like them, a systemic participant
for escape and hoping in salvation
Yeah, in salvation
Waiting for the day He make the way straight

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

Glorious of our soul's gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And the streets and found homes for the orphans
Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never lord
And we all believed him and took into our own hands
And made a filthy of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they proof of a flawed system
And we got ourselves to blame, our cheating little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural and acceptance
That erased racism and sexism, the
Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't like
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 the time keeper comes soon and make the crooked way straight

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

I'm really starting to my alone time as I'm getting older
I've to notice I'm becoming more introverted
Tryna
Finding I don't need a lot of to get me over
And you can turn the down
I it when the level's even in my head
Sometimes I find the volume is peaking in my
Stays in the red and it's not
Help me to remember peace of
Despite what be happening
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me remember the
the quiet