Torn from our land
Torn like a garment from His hand
Our seams that were rent are now tattered fray
Torn hearts will be healed on the third day
Stricken with despair
Stricken by the One whose grief we share
Our scattered dry bones on the ground now lay
Stricken souls He'll bind up on the third day
From it's slavery
All of creation longs to be freed
He will enliven after two days
And on the third day He will raise us up
And we'll live in His presence
In the reality
Of the third day
Of the third day
Rain, come as rain
Water my heart's parched and dry terrain
As sure as the dawn, going forth, display
How morning has come on the third day
Let us pursue
Knowing the One in whom we're renewed
He will enliven after two days
And on the third day He will raise us up
And we'll live in His presence
In the reality
Of the third day
Of the third day
