Bethany Dillon - On the Third Day lyrics

Creation brings an offering As autumn leaves turn to gold The trees bow down in highest praise Now made bare before Your throne The western sky an amber blaze At the end of the day For everything must die to rise again The winter's chill, a bitter cold As sin and shame leave us to fall The clouds now full of newborn snow For grace to come and save us all Within the darkest night of man Was found Your saving hand For everything must die to rise again On the third day behold the King On the third day d**h has no sting On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled The earth it groans in labor pains As flowers stretch to heaven above Your creatures sing the prophet's song To be a gift of selfless love The sun is rising in the east And Your Spirit is unleashed For everything must die to rise again On the third day behold the King On the third day d**h has no sting On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled And so we wait in joyful hope For You to come and take us home And so we join beneath the cross In suffering from whence we go The greatest act of sovereign grace In the universe displayed For everything must die to rise again On the third day behold the King On the third day d**h has no sting On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled On the third day the saints rejoice On the third day we lift our voice On the third day we're united and glorified And everything must die to rise again