Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency hard, right?
But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning
May we step the fray like "I got something 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 birthed out of a of promise
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 oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers
Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to it
May I stand in the belly of what Babylon is
In the vein of the best metaphor of what exists for
May my legacy be permanently with those hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for Pharaoh thinks
May we be champions
And we are not those without or hoping in hope alone
Resurrection shows that land is not our home
We are sojourners living out what a past action us
With the knowledge 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 moon could Saturn's rings
My crooked soul in blood stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the feeling every morning's a blessing
'Cause every breath could be your last one man, the answer
Be patient with one another, be gracious 'cause our is short
Remember you too were once in 'fore he brought forth
Christ the hope of glory sealed our
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to catch up with my heart knows
And my is still lightyears behind my library, it's scary
There's no plaques on my
'Cept the I had on those with plaques on they wall
It could leave a man like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning towards an beneath me
And I am just them, a systemic participant
for escape and hoping in salvation
Yeah, in salvation
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 wide

Glorious of our soul's gentrification
But the ain't put us out, he paid all our mortgages
And repaved the streets and found 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 matters our own hands
And made a filthy of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they were proof of a system
And we got ourselves to blame, our cheating little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural love and
That erased and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the poor like we ain't like
And they not us and gender ain't off a suicide??] among us
The already but not yet, so we look for it with joy and
For when the time comes soon and make the crooked way straight

We on a crooked road
And we our eyes
And we our eyes
Justice is to roll
Like a river
Like a river

I'm really starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm getting
I've to notice I'm becoming more introverted
declutter
Finding I don't a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can the track down
I like it the level's even in my head
Sometimes I find the is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and it's not
me to remember peace of mind
Despite would be happening
And hold on to the
the quiet
Help me the quiet
the quiet