Song of the Day

Creation brings an offering
As autumn leaves turn to gold
The trees bow down in highest praise
Now made bare before Your thrown
The western skies and amber plains
At the end of the day
For everything must die and rise again

The winter's chill, a bitter cold
As sin and shame leave us to fall
The clouds now form a new born snow
For grace to come and save us all
Within the darkest night of man
Has found You're saving hand
For everything must die and rise again

On the third day behold the King
On the third day death has no sting
On the third day we're forgiven and reconciled

The earth it groans in labor pains, 
as flowers stretch to heaven above,
Your creatures sing the prophet’s song 
to be a gift of selfless love.
The sun is rising in the east, 
and your spirit is unleashed,
For everything must die to rise again.

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 sovereign grace
In the universe displayed
For everything must die to rise again

On the third day behold the King
On the third day death 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

-On the Third Day, Michael Olson