Thursday, April 21, 2011

Death In His Grave

A profound and poetic description of Jesus' mission at the cross, enjoy "Death In His Grave" by John Mark MacMillan.

"The man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave!"




You can read John Mark's line-by-line commentary about the lyrics here. (thanks for the link Becca:)

Happy Easter everyone!


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

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

He has cheated
Hell and seated
Us above the fall
In desperate places
He paid our wages
One time once and for all

2 comments:

  1. "He has cheated hell and seated us above the fall; in desperate places He paid our wages, one time once and for all." That. Is. Fantastic.

    BTW- my word verification: "folow"

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  2. Thought I'd add this poem by Steve Turner, which in part inspired John Mark MacMillan to write 'Death In His Grave."

    The Morning That Death Was Killed
    by Steve Turner

    I woke in a place that was dark
    The air was spicy and still
    I was bandaged from head to foot
    The morning that death was killed.

    I rose from a mattress of stone
    I folded my clothes on the sill
    I heard the door rolling open
    The morning that death was killed.

    I walked alone in the garden
    The birds in the branches trilled
    It felt like a new beginning
    The morning that death was killed.

    Mary, she came there to find me
    Peter with wonder was filled
    And John came running and jumping
    The morning that death was killed.

    My friends were lost in amazement
    My father, I knew, was thrilled
    Things were never the same again
    After the morning that death was killed.

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