Death in His grave...

I think it is pretty amazing how something that happened centuries ago can still be felt in the hearts of people today. Good Friday always makes me feel, think, and most of all acknowledge and appreciate what God did for us- what saved us.

Though the Earth cried out for blood

Satisfied her hunger was

Her billows calmed on raging seas

for the souls of men she craved

Sun and moon from 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 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 throne 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 as rent

When the day rolled a new

He was cheated

Hell and seated

Us above the fall

In desperate places

He paid our wages

One time once and for all

-John Mark McMillan