GodKing Preach - Doors Of The Church

Bless the Lord and forget not all his benefits
As long I live I pray I always remember this
Home is home no matter how far I go
When I come home they gon up open up the doors

I been outchea really living
I been outchea tryna get it
I been outchea tryna make a way for me and mine and handle all my business
I ain't made the best decisions
I ain't been the most religious
But I kept the faith and took the time to pray
And he always show me he's listening
Grace (Yeah) aboundeth more much more my sinning
The world don't love it just made me cold
Shooting c-lo singing who gon save my soul
With the killers dealers and the pimp and hoes
The jackers, scammers and the liars
All the people Jesus died to save when they flogged him and they crucified him
I saw the Lillie of the valley walking through the shadow of death
With a crown a thorns, I was saying a prayer
Like our father which art in heaven; put your hands on me (Yeah)
Then i saw his footprints in the sand when he had to carry me (Yeah)
Even sprinkled the blood of the lamb on me (Yeah)
So no enemy could put his hand on me (Yeah)
No weapon formed ain't me shall prosper
I don't sing the gospel
Know his promises cuz I was down and out and had to read my bible
Couldn't get no help from all the ppl I know
Had to fall down, fall down on my face
Ask for god for his mercy
And tell him I'm on my way to the doors

Bless the Lord and forget not all his benefits
As long I live I pray always remember this
Home is home no matter how far I go
When I come home they gon up open up the doors

Today is the day the creator has made and Ima be glad in it
Rejoice and make the devil mad in it
He was there on days that I was Mad ign'ant
Thought my pride, dishonesty and lust would lead me to an early grave
And I be damned with him
Never thought I'd pray and have the faith to know
That Jesus paid the wages for my bad business
(Preach) I just had thank him for his finished works
Seek his kingdom first
Turn away from all my wicked ways and exercise my demons
Learn his word and heed it
He just had to know his word and keep it
Never leave or forsake me
My Mema said he hands on me and my papa called me preacher from a baby
I was outside in the world
Oh sinning man oh sinning man
All white buick with the 12's
Blades chopping on it like ceiling fan
Riding round with my Patnas
I'm riding round in getting it playin'
Had work on us and a chopper
Thank god the law ain't never stop us
Thank god when we was young and dumb and it was going down nobody ever shot us
Thank god when we was outchea highcappin' fat knot flashing they ain't rob us
Thank god we ain't locked up or somewhere laying in a hole
Thank god for his gospel and thank god for the doors of the church

Written by:
Darele Taylor

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