Luyện nghe bài hát Nightlights

Be exalted over my reputation,
applause is a poor form of soul medication.

And tried it for years, but my symptoms remain:
Still fretting the day they'll misplace my name,
selling my soul for American fame.
Treating the promotion of Jesus like a oiled machine,
His kingdom just to snag some acclaim.

Now, I'm both and haunted that it isn't just me though.
I see a nation of people needing to feed own egos,
Parading status steeples.
Do we not know it's evil to love ourselves more than God and His people?

But see, here's where you turn this on it's head,
'Cause the greatest us came as servant instead,
And You humbled Yourself to the point of death.
love for the Father's glory runs red.

So friends, we point to the Son till our own flames grow dim?
Will our bright lights merely night-lights near Him?
Words echo once, let them again:
Be Thou exalted my reputation.