Michael Olson - 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 skies and amber blades At the end of the day 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 [Incomprehensible] a bitter cold I sit enchained and lead us to fold The cloud's now full, a newborn snow For grace to come and save us all Within the darkest night of Man You've 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 And so we wait in joyful hope For You to come and take us home And so we join beneath the cross And suffering from whence we go The greatest act of solving 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