Death in his grave – #HappyEaster #Easter2014

Death is in his grave.  Where, O Death, is your sting?

You have lost.

“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

Death in his grave - 4-20-14 - 1“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

Death in his grave - 4-20-14 - 2“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”

<lyrics & song by John Mark McMillan>

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About Brian Swanson

Christ follower. Screw up. Stained with grace. Ruined by Jesus.
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