Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So dies hard, right?
But rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning bushes
May we step into the like "I got something to say"
May we no armies, no weapons, no ceremonial authority
Just a stick of an old-timer and not an ounce of fear
May we have a faith out of a revelation of promise
A reflex by what you know to be true of God
Life is not a book
are no perfect victims or villains, just us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks tossed to capsize
Resting on his power of deliverance and the integrity to it
May I in the belly of what Babylon is biting
In the vein of the best metaphor of love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated with those
An exodus from Exodus with concern for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not those without hope or in hope alone
Resurrection shows this land is not our home
We are living out what a past action bought us
With the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of it got us
All of creation groaning, aches and pains
Like the crushing of a planet's moon could Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in blood
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic gift of
If I could bottle the feeling where every morning's a
'Cause every could be your last one man, that's the answer
Be patient with one another, be gracious 'cause our is short
Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought
Christ the hope of glory our eternity
Purchased permanently, by Him worthy
But my mouth has yet to up with what my heart knows
And my heart is still lightyears my library, it's scary
There's no plaques on my
'Cept the influence I had on those plaques on they wall
It could leave a man like "when it finna be my turn?"
And a lower me is leaning towards an attitude me
And I am just like them, a participant
for escape and hoping in salvation
Yeah, hoping in
Waiting for the day He make the way straight

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

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

We march on a crooked
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 getting
started to notice I'm becoming 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 volume is in my brain
in the red and it's not sustainable
Help me to peace of mind
Despite would be happening
And hold on to the
Remember the
me remember the quiet
Remember the