John Mark Mcmillan - Death in His Grave Lyrics

Though the Earth Cried out for blood

Satisfied her hunger was

Her billows calmed on raging seas

for the souls on 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 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 throes 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 a new



On Friday a thief

On Sunday a King

Laid down in grief

But awoke holding keys

To Hell on that day

The first born of the slain

The Man Jesus Christ

Laid death in his grave



On Friday a thief

On Sunday a King

Laid down in grief

But awoke with 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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