Death In His Grave by John Mark McMillan


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Death In His Grave
by John Mark McMillan

Album: Basement Sessions, Vol. 1
by John Mark McMillan


though the earth cried
out for blood
satisfied her hunger was
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 woke with the keys
of hell on that day
the first born 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 overturn 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

on friday a thief
on sunday a king
laid down in grief
but woke with the keys
of hell on that day
the first born of the slain
the man jesus christ laid
death in his grave

he has cheated hell
and seated us above the fall
in desperate places he paid our
wages one time once and for all


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