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 like "I got something to say"
May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority
Just a walking of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we a faith birthed out of a revelation of promise
A caused by what you know to be true of God
Life is not a book
There are no victims or villains, just us
We are oxygen tanks tossed to capsize murderers
Resting on his of deliverance and the integrity to accomplish it
May I stand in the belly of what is biting
In the vein of the best metaphor of what love for
May my legacy be permanently associated with hated
An exodus from Exodus with zero concern for what thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not those hope or hoping in hope alone
Resurrection that this land is not our home
We are sojourners living out a past action bought 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 of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked covered in blood stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the 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 our time is short
Remember you too were once in 'fore he brought forth
Christ the hope of sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to catch up with my heart knows
And my heart is still 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 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 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

state of our soul's gentrification
But the purchaser ain't put us out, he all our mortgages
And repaved the streets and homes for the orphans
Once under the of an unbearable slum lord
Dumb son of a gun rescue could never come lord
And we all him and took matters into our own hands
And made a filthy of our own homelands
And crimes of survival, they proof of a flawed system
And we got ourselves to blame, our cheating little hearts
But the hope of trans-cultural and acceptance
erased racism and sexism, the blessed
Day we don't look down on the like we ain't like them
And they not us and gender [fought off a suicide??] among us
The already but not yet, so we look for it joy and anticipation
For when the time keeper comes and make the crooked way straight

We on a crooked road
And we our eyes
And we our eyes
is going to roll
Like a wide
Like a wide

I'm really starting to enjoy my alone time as I'm older
I've started to notice I'm becoming more
declutter
Finding I need a lot of stimulus to get me over
And you can turn the track
I it when the level's even in my head
Sometimes I the volume is peaking in my brain
Stays in the red and it's not
Help me to remember of mind
Despite would be happening
And on to the quiet
Remember the
me remember the quiet
Remember the