On the third day He had risen Just like He said Hed do Hell would not become His prison He broke the chains for me and you Chorus In a crown of thorns They hung my Lord They pierced his body With a soldiers sword But He forgave them and that spirit Brings me to my knees For the One That they hung Between two thieves Then He went to His disciples They put their hands in the nail scarred hand And to those who had been doubting They felt the power of Gods plan Repeat Chorus Repeat Chorus
hung, repeat, disciple, doubting, risen