Luyện nghe bài hát The Hand Trembler

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

A family on forlorn and sad - the outcome will determine faithful or mad
Temperature to 107 - passing hands not yet ready for heaven
He sees himself floating overhead
A haunting high 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 though he failed today?
The family has him - Hand Trembler denied.
The of their son snuffed out as they cried
You left us in - your power is fake
Though we trusted in you, answer we'll not take

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

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