The Third Day
Do you know,
have you heard
No I don't,
heard not a word
The Romans put to death
the prophet Jesus of Nazareth
It was an awfully sad day
They crucified Jesus on Calvary
We believed Him to be
the Messiah sent to save you and me
But the Romans didn't see it that way,
they hung Him on a cross, such a cruel display
So we must go to our homes with heavy hearts,
praying tomorrow God will make a fresh new start
But this second day feels like the first day,
our souls are still heavy, like the pain will never go away
Fasting and praying is all there's left to do,
any moment the Romans will come for me and you
While in the middle of our tragedy,
the wicked their hearts are filled with glee
They never liked anything the Lord said,
they're so happy that He is now dead
As for us, yes we must continue on,
to teach our children how to remain strong
Do you know,
have you heard
No I don't,
heard not a word
The women came early on this third day,
to anoint Jesus' body that lay in the grave
Ooh, but His body was not there,
as if it disappeared into thin air
They looked everywhere, asked everyone,
where is the Lord's body, what have you done
Two mighty angels told them it has begun,
the Lord has risen like the morning sun
But it was the blessed Mary Magdalene,
who was the first witness to actually have seen
Jesus Christ resurrected,
Jesus Christ perfected
On the third day,
Jesus Christ rose from the grave
It was a glorious new day,
come, let's see Him and get saved
On the third day,
Jesus Christ rose from the grave
Let's thank God for His mercy,
all of our sins got buried that day
Do you now know,
have you now heard
Yes I do,
I heard every word
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2016
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