Happy Easter!
"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 KingLaid
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
.
He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all"
.
"Death in his Grave"
John Mark McMillian
Listen to "Death in his Grave"
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