Lyrics This Much - Şevin, Donte'

This Much

There’s no describing this feeling
We try but we fail
I’m feeling fine, and I’m still tryna get used to it
All of the abuse I’ve been through, guess I’m just new to it
Blessed joy kept your boy from losing it
How could death bring life?
I was confused by the crucifix
But the truth of it’s a beauty, unusual, its ludicrous you took nails through
the wrist for the ones where Judas sits
They don’t like when I pray, they say that you a myth
But despite what they say, I know that you exist
You faced death as a martyr, but tell me who is this: who can place a net in
the water and never lose a fish?
You came back from the grave wrapped in newer gliss, it only took 3 days, Lord,
but you were missed
I’m saved so my grave closed;
I could trade those for a ring fit for a king and
some great robes
Through the Son it’s all paid for, what I need to get paid for?
I’ll give it all to you just help me save souls
I never knew your love could change me this much
I was ready to give up but, Lord I found strength in your touch
And the life you gave you gave it for us (Yes you did)
Them dirty clothes are worn, I’m hanging them up, and I will never put em back
on
(Donté)
What made you take that old worldly cross (and) give your life for me?
Nails penetrating veins, leaking blood for me
Emotional cuz nobody would take a bullet for me
I look back to see my closest peep done turned on me
So I surrender what is it that you would ask of me?
Could have been rich for selling, caine ain’t do a thing for me
But create greed through the eyes of my closest homies
And had them plotting a scheme and to pull a lick on me
Documentations stated evidence, they are straight phony
But I released them from they debt, don’t owe a dime to me
Cuz everything I needed from em you done, done for me
Hung high, stretched wide, like you my big homie
So take this and with this Father do what you please
I learn more about success from down here on my knees
Laying hands on the sick, rebuking disease
Now I disciple ex-prostitutes, killers, and thieves