Luyện nghe bài hát Made Straight

So self-sufficiency dies hard,
But when rightfully humbled, God shows up in burning
May we into the fray 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 a faith birthed out of a revelation of promise
A reflex caused by what you to be true of God
is not a comic book
There are no perfect victims or villains, us
We are smog-laced oxygen tanks to capsize murderers
Resting on his power of deliverance and the to accomplish it
May I in the belly of what Babylon is biting
In the vein of the metaphor of what love exists for
May my legacy be permanently associated those hated
An exodus from Exodus with concern for what Pharaoh thinks
May we be crooked
And we are not those without or hoping in hope alone
Resurrection shows that land is not our home
We are sojourners living out a past action bought us
the knowledge that we have yet to see the fullness of what it got us
All of groaning, labor aches and pains
Like the of a planet's moon could make Saturn's rings
My crooked soul covered in stains
Blessing is a perspective, the ironic of cancer
If I could bottle the feeling where morning's a blessing
every breath could be your last one man, that's the answer
Be patient one another, be gracious 'cause our time is short
Remember you too were once in darkness 'fore he brought
Christ the hope of sealed our eternity
Purchased permanently, by only Him
But my mouth has yet to catch up with what my 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 an attitude beneath me
And I am like them, a systemic participant
Longing for escape and in salvation
Yeah, in salvation
Waiting for the day He make the way straight

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

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

We on a crooked road
And we raise our
And we our eyes
Justice is to roll
Like a wide
Like a wide

I'm really starting to my alone time as I'm getting older
I've started to notice I'm becoming introverted
declutter
Finding I don't need a lot of stimulus to get me
And you can the track down
I like it the level's even in my head
Sometimes I find the volume is in my brain
Stays in the red and it's not
Help me to remember of mind
Despite would be happening
And on to the quiet
the quiet
Help me the quiet
the quiet