paroles de chanson Aesthetic/ Beautiful Rise Prelude - Swoope , Christon Gray

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