Death In His Grave John Mark McMillan

Verse 1: C G Am F 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 Verse 2: C G Am F 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 Chorus: C G On Friday a thief Bridge: F He has cheated Am Hell and seated G F Us above the fall F In desperate places Am He paid our wages G F One time once and for all F C On Sunday a King C G Laid down in grief F C But awoke with keys Am G Of Hell on that day F C The first born of the slain Am G The Man Jesus Christ F C Laid death in his grave