O Sweet Tragedy

You left the splendor of a beautiful place Next to the Father of heaven and grace You took the form of a lowly man What looked like tragedy was a glorious plan You walked with us And healed us And taught us to love One another Forgiving As the Father above But Your blood was spilled in a terrible way What looked like tragedy was a glorious day Death has no power Death has no sting Death takes a bow To the King of kings O sweet tragedy of our fallen King Through Your death an eternal salvation brings Your blood was spilled in a terrible way Two more nights, then a glorious day But Your body was Lifeless And there seemed to be no way Then the tomb was Reopened Hallelujah! Re-sur-rection Day! Death has no power Death has no sting Death takes a bow To the King of kings Death has no power (Death has no power) Death has no sting (Death has no sting) Death takes a bow (Death takes a bow) To the King of kings (To the King of kings)