Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning
May we step into the fray "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial
Just a walking stick of an 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 comic
There are no perfect victims or villains, us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to capsize
on his power of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of what Babylon is
In the of the best metaphor of what love exists for
May my be permanently associated with those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for Pharaoh thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not those without hope or hoping in alone
Resurrection that this land is not our home
We are sojourners living out 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 and pains
Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in blood
is a perspective, the ironic gift of cancer
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 gracious 'cause our is short
you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the hope of sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to catch up what my heart knows
And my heart is still 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 a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a me is leaning 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 crooked way

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

Glorious of our soul's gentrification
But the ain't put us out, he paid all our mortgages
And repaved the and found homes for the orphans
Once the thumb of an unbearable slum lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could come lord
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 little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural love and
That erased and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the like we ain't like them
And they not us and gender ain't [fought off a among us
The already but not yet, so we for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper comes soon and the crooked way straight

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

I'm really starting to my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to I'm becoming more introverted
declutter
Finding I need a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can the track 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
Help me to remember peace of
what would be happening
And on to the quiet
the quiet
Help me remember the
Remember the