Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But when humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the like "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial
Just a stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith birthed out of a revelation of
A reflex caused by what you know to be of God
Life is not a comic
There are no perfect victims or villains, us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to capsize
Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to it
May I stand in the of what Babylon is biting
In the vein of the best metaphor of love exists for
May my legacy be permanently with those hated
An from Exodus with zero concern for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not without hope or hoping 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, labor aches and
Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic of cancer
If I bottle the feeling where every morning's a blessing
'Cause every breath could be your one man, that's the answer
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 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
There's no plaques on my
the influence I had on those with plaques on they wall
It leave a man salty like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning an attitude beneath me
And I am like them, a systemic participant
Longing for escape and in salvation
Yeah, in salvation
Waiting for the day He the crooked way straight

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

Glorious state of our gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And the streets and found homes for the orphans
under the thumb of an unbearable slum lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue could never come
And we all believed him and took matters our own hands
And made a filthy mess of our own
And crimes of survival, they were proof of a flawed
And we only got ourselves to blame, our little hearts
But the hope of love and acceptance
That erased racism and sexism, the
Day we don't look down on the poor we ain't like them
And they not us and gender [fought off a suicide??] among us
The but not yet, so we look for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper soon and make the crooked way straight

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

I'm really starting to enjoy my time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm more introverted
Tryna
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 is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and not sustainable
Help me to remember of mind
Despite what be happening
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me the quiet
Remember the