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 hold no armies, no weapons, no 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 caused by what you know to be true of God
Life is not a comic
There are no victims or villains, just us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to murderers
Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to it
May I stand in the belly of what 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 with zero concern for what Pharaoh
May we be crooked
And we are not those without hope or hoping in hope
Resurrection shows that land is not our home
We are sojourners out what a past action bought us
With the 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 planet's 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 one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he forth
Christ the of glory sealed our eternity
permanently, by only Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to catch up with what my heart
And my heart is still lightyears behind my library, it's
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the influence I had on those with on they wall
It could a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning towards an attitude me
And I am just like them, a participant
Longing for escape and hoping in
Yeah, hoping in
Waiting for the day He make the way straight

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

Glorious state of our soul's
But the purchaser put us out, he paid 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 matters into our own
And made a mess of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they were proof of a flawed
And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating little
But the hope of trans-cultural and acceptance
That racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look on the poor like we ain't like them
And they not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] us
The but not yet, so we look for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper comes soon and make the crooked way

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

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 don't need a lot of 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 it's not
Help me to peace of mind
Despite would be happening
And on to the quiet
the quiet
Help me the quiet
the quiet