John Mark McMillan Murdered Son song lyrics

You set us up above all the stars

You set us on a high place by where You are

While we were dead You made us Your friends

And scattered our debt upon the wind

Glory to one, God's murdered son

Who paid for my resurrection

Once from the dust, once from the grave

Daughters and sons, from the ashes You've raised

And hidden our faults even from Your own face

And scattered our debt upon the waves

Glory to one, God's murdered son

Who paid for my resurrection

Glory to one, God's murdered son

Who paid for my resurrection

Glory to the one who, who overcame in death

Glory to the one who paid for my offenses

Glory to the one

Once from the dust, once from the grave

Daughters and sons, from the ashes You've raised

And hidden our faults even from Your own face

And scattered our debt upon the waves

And scattered our debt upon the waves