Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

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

A family on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad
Temperature soars to 107 - passing not yet ready for heaven
He sees floating somewhere overhead
A haunting apparition above his bed
It's me, I think, but I to resemble the soul of a ghoul
The Hand Trembler out not a word did he say
Is his power for real he failed today?
The family has scorned him - Trembler denied.
The life of son snuffed out as they cried
You left us in agony - your 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

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