Death In His Grave

Though the earth cried out for blood
Satisfied her hunger was
Her billows calmed on raging seas
For the souls of men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony
Turned their head in disbelief
Their precious love would taste the sting
Disfigured and disdained

On Friday a thief, On Sunday a king
Laid down in grief But awoke with the keys to hell
(To hell) on that day Firstborn of the slain
The man Jesus Christ Laid death in his grave

So three days in darkness slept
The morning sun of righteousness
But rose to shame the throws of death
And over turn his rule
Now daughters and the sons of men
Would pay not their dues again
The debt of blood they owed was rent
When the day rolled anew

He has cheated Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places He paid our wages
One time once and for all

Words & Music: John Mark McMillan, 2010