So three days in darkness slept the Morning Son of righteousness,
But rose to shame the throes of death and overturn 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 anew.
On Friday a thief, on Sunday a King
Laid down in grief but awoke with the keys to hell on that day,
First born of the slain.
The man Jesus Christ laid death in his grave.
This is my friend Melanie please pray!
