John Mark McMillan

Murdered Son
You set us up above all the starsYou set us on a high place by where you areWhile we were dead you made us your friendsAnd scattered our debt upon the windGlory to OneGod's murdered sonWho paid for my resurrectionOnce from the dust, once from the graveDaughters and sons from the ashes you've raisedAnd hidden our faults even from your own faceAnd scattered our debt upon the wavesGlory to oneGod's murdered sonWho paid for my resurrectionGlory to OneGod's murdered sonWho paid for my resurrectionGlory to the one whoWho overcame in deathGlory to the one Who paid for my offensesGlory to the oneSongtexteOnce from the dustOnce from the graveDaughters and sonsFrom the ashes you've raisedAnd hidden our faultsEven from your own faceAnd scattered our debt upon the wavesAnd scattered our debt upon the waves Aus Songtexte Mania