VerseThough the Earth Cried out for blood Satisfied her hunger was Billows calmed on raging seas for the souls on men she craved
Sun and moon from balcony Turned their head in disbelief Precious Love would taste the sting disfigured and disdained
Chorus On Friday a thief On Sunday a King Laid down in grief But woke with keys To Hell on that day The first born of the slain The Man Jesus Christ Laid death in his grave
Verse 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 anew
Chorus On Friday a thief On Sunday a King Laid down in grief But woke with the keys To Hell on that day The first born of the slain The Man Jesus Christ Laid death in his grave
Bridge He has cheated Hell and seated Us above the fall In desperate places He paid our wages One time once and for all
Words and music by John Mark McMillian / © 2008 InIntegrity Worship Music (Admin. by Integrity Music, Inc.)