Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

Is the God I worship like an eight ball that says yes maybe or no?
Or like a ouija board that points the to go?

A family looks on forlorn and sad - the outcome determine faithful or mad
Temperature soars to 107 - passing hands not yet for heaven
He sees himself somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition high his bed
It's me, I think, but I seem to resemble the of a ghoul
The Hand walks out not a word did he say
Is his power for real though he failed
The family has scorned him - Trembler denied.
The of their son snuffed out as they cried
You left us in agony - power is fake
Though we trusted in you, answer we'll not take

Do you have the faith to let God be God - is the question
Not a question of outcome but a question of
For he is truly God and we are but

are things in this life we can never explain
On the wicked and the righteous sunshine and rain
I am not God, though at times I tried
"You need him" - the deceiver has lied