Aesthetic/ Beautiful Rise Prelude

So amazing, it's the real thing
 Your mercy, sweet as the sunshine
 So real, so bona fide
 So beautiful, pure, and so divine
 So authentic, so alive
 Feel oh so right, when I close my eyes
 And think about how You were supposed to kill
 Your enemy which was me but You chose to chill
 Sent Your Son Jesus Christ to close the deal
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like
 Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like
 Take a breath of that freshness
 Grace, exhale, inhale
 Nothing less than that fresh gift
 Saved, I should've been in hell
 In jail, in grave
 But I've been sealed with the Spirit, engraved
 Grace running through me but it ain't in vein
 I'm feeling like I'm insane in the membrane
 Crazy grace, covered
 Gravy grace, smothered
 It's no other, that's full of rain like a gutter
 That died and suffered, and feel the pain and still comforts
 The stars of the autumn, that's the hearts of the fallen
 Yeah our hearts was the problem
 But Your cross was the answer like Iverson ballin'
 The Lord chose us, the Lord shows us His love
 With Christ facing our fate and taking our place like foreclosures
 It's gotta be love, the Lord showed up
 With that balcony love to watch over us
 I needed You to save myself, it was urgent
 Cuz see I couldn't save myself, like a virgin
 But now my past is past like Earvin
 Magic, Merlin, Your grace is classic, Gershwin
 So amazing, it's the real thing
 Your mercy, sweet as the sunshine
 So real, so bona fide
 So beautiful, pure, and so divine
 So authentic, so alive
 Feel oh so right, when I close my eyes
 And think about how You were supposed to kill
 Your enemy which was me but You chose to chill
 Sent Your Son Jesus Christ to close the deal
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like
 Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like
 This one goes out to my homie Do Dirt
 Got that news 'bout that wreck, I was too hurt
 My prayer wasn't thankful that it wasn't me
 But grateful for grace that your fate wasn't Sully G's
 Homie hopped in the whip seat
 With the liquor in his kidneys, feeling kinda tipsy
 Got his face banged on the wheel
 So much blood that he thought he got banged by the steel
 Car wrapped around the pole
 But the Lord had His arms wrapped around his soul
 (I wake up to see Your love, like everyday's a Sunday)
 This one goes out to my mother
 Hated to see you like that even though I love ya
 Felt like you hit a hammer to my chest
 When you told me it was cancer in your breast
 But you took it like a G though
 Doctor's constantly taking your blood like mosquito, for chemo
 Pill after pill, no placebo
 Pain from 1 to 10 was a 3-0
 Hair short as DeVito, and ego, bald
 I'll show you what grace'll do
 The Lord gave you just enough strength to make it through
 We outchea though your head ain't got the latest do
 Without hair, girl, cancer couldn't phase you
 I wake up to see Your love, like everyday's a Sunday
 I wake up to see Your love, like everyday's a Sunday
 This one goes out, to my wife and child
 Just one cuz at the time 'phia wasn't 'round
 For the Lord's grace, the night we was duckin' down
 Duckin' rounds, from that busted sound
 Ra, ra, bullets from a 22
 Cuz some youngin' pulled his gun to shoot
 We got one in the house, two through the window pane
 But three in one was in the house we ain't feel no pain
 So amazing, it's the real thing
 Your mercy, sweet as the sunshine
 So real, so bona fide
 So beautiful, pure, and so divine
 So authentic, so alive
 Feel oh so right, when I close my eyes
 And think about how You were supposed to kill
 Your enemy which was me but You chose to chill
 Sent Your Son Jesus Christ to close the deal
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like
 Ah, yeah, ah, yeah, ah
 This is what real life's supposed to feel, like