Donte - This Much lyrics

*Intro* Yeah, (I had no idea no) How could I have known? (Yeah, it's real) There's no describing this feeling We try but we fail (Verse 1) (Sevin) 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 d**h 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 d**h 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 (Chorus) 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 (Verse 2) (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, k**ers, and thieves (Chorus)