John Mark McMillan - Death in his grave

^DThough the Earth cried ^Aout for blood ^BmSatisfied her ^Ghunger was Her ^Dbillows calmed on ^Araging seas For the ^Bmsouls of men she ^Gcraved ^DSun and moon from ^Abalcony ^BmTurned their head in ^Gdisbelief Their ^Dprecious Love would ^Ataste the sting Dis^Bmfigured and dis^Gdained

On ^DFriday a ^Athief On ^GSunday a ^DKing ^DLaid down in ^Agrief But ^Gawoke with ^Dkeys To ^BmHell on that ^Aday The first ^Gborn of the ^Dslain The ^BmMan Jesus ^AChrist Laid ^Gdeath in his ^Dgrave

^DSo three days in ^Adarkness slept The ^BmMorning Sun of ^Grighteousness But ^Drose to shame the ^Athroes of death And ^Bmover turn his ^Grule Now ^Ddaughters and the ^Asons of men Would ^Bmpay not their ^Gdues again The ^Ddebt of blood they ^Aowed was rent When the ^Bmday rolled a ^Gnew

^GHe has cheated ^BmHell and seated ^AUs above the ^Gfall In ^Gdesperate places He ^Bmpaid our wages ^AOne time once and for ^Gall