Aesthetic/Beautiful Rise Prelude

So amazing, it's the real thing

Your mercy, sweet as the sunshine

So real, so bonafide

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

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