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 like "I got to say"
May we hold no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial
Just a walking of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith out of a revelation of promise
A reflex caused by what you to be true of God
Life is not a book
are no perfect victims or villains, just us
We are oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers
on his power of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of Babylon is biting
In the vein of the best metaphor of love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated with hated
An exodus from Exodus with concern for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be champions
And we are not those without or hoping in hope alone
shows that this land is not our home
We are sojourners living out what a past action us
With the knowledge that we have yet to see the of what it got us
All of groaning, labor aches and pains
the crushing 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 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 gracious 'cause our is short
you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought forth
Christ the of glory sealed our eternity
permanently, by only Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to catch up what my heart knows
And my heart is lightyears behind my library, it's scary
no plaques on my wall
'Cept the I had on those with plaques on they wall
It leave 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 on a crooked road
And we our eyes
And we our eyes
Justice is to roll
Like a river
Like a wide

Glorious state of our soul's
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And repaved the and found homes for the orphans
Once under the thumb of an unbearable lord
Dumb son of a gun said rescue never come lord
And we all him and took matters into our own hands
And a filthy mess of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they proof of a flawed system
And we only got ourselves to blame, our cheating little
But the hope of love and acceptance
That erased and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't like
And not us and gender ain't [fought off a suicide??] among us
The already but not yet, so we look for it 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 raise our
is going to roll
Like a wide
Like a wide

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