Death In His Grave
AUDREY ASSAD · Death, Be Not Proud 2014 · Track 02 of 05
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 on 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 To hell on that day 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 not pay 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 To hell on that day 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
On Friday a thief On Sunday a king Laid down in grief But woke with the keys To hell on that day First born of the slain The man Jesus Christ laid Death in his grave