Paroles Death in His Grave de John Mark McMillan

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Textes et Paroles de Death in His Grave




Though the Earth Cried out for bloodSatisfied her hunger wasHer billows calmed on raging seasfor the souls on men she cravedSun and moon from balconyTurned their head in disbeliefTheir precious Love would taste the stingdisfigured and disdainedOn Friday a thiefOn Sunday a KingLaid down in griefBut awoke with keysOf Hell on that dayThe first born of the slainThe Man Jesus ChristLaid death in his graveSo three days in darkness sleptThe Morning Sun of righteousnessBut rose to shame the throes of deathAnd over turn his ruleNow daughters and the sons of menWould pay not their dues againThe debt of blood they owed was rentWhen the day rolled a newOn Friday a thiefOn Sunday a KingLaid down in griefBut awoke holding keysTo Hell on that dayThe first born of the slainThe Man Jesus ChristLaid death in his graveOn Friday a thiefOn Sunday a KingLaid down in griefBut awoke with keysOf Hell on that dayThe first born of the slainThe Man Jesus ChristLaid death in his graveHe has cheatedHell and seatedUs above the fallIn desperate placesHe paid our wagesOne time once and for all

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