Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency hard, right?
But when rightfully humbled, God up in burning bushes
May we step into the fray "I got something to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no authority
a walking stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith birthed out of a of promise
A reflex by what you know to be true of God
is not a comic book
There are no perfect victims or villains, 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 of what Babylon is biting
In the of the best metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated with 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 alone
Resurrection shows this land is not our home
We are sojourners living out what a past bought us
With the knowledge that we yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of creation groaning, labor aches and
the crushing 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 could the feeling where every morning's a blessing
'Cause every could be your last one man, that's the answer
Be patient one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were once in darkness he brought forth
the hope of glory sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by only Him
But my has yet to catch up with what my heart knows
And my heart is still behind my library, it's scary
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the I had on those with plaques 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 systemic
Longing for escape and hoping in
Yeah, in salvation
Waiting for the day He the crooked way straight

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

Glorious state of our gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And repaved the streets and found homes for the
Once under the thumb of an unbearable slum
Dumb son of a gun said could never come lord
And we all believed him and matters 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 cheating little
But the hope of trans-cultural love and
erased racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the poor like we like them
And they not us and ain't [fought off a suicide??] among us
The already but not yet, so we for it with joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper comes soon and make the way straight

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

I'm really starting to my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm more introverted
declutter
Finding I need a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can turn the down
I like it when the even in my head
Sometimes I find the volume is in my brain
Stays in the red and it's not
Help me to peace of mind
what would be happening
And hold on to the
Remember the
Help me remember the
Remember the