He Holds The Keys - Steve Green

Death rides blackened clouds across the sky

The Son of man lays down to die

With every pounding blow upon the nail

Thunder rumbles all through hell

And from death’s barren womb the captives cry

Who is there to free us should He die

His grave becomes a door, He enters in

To face the author of all sin

Defying death and the grave He takes their keys

And with them every captive frees

And from death’s barren womb the captives cry

Arise for our redemption draweth nigh

For He holds the keys

He holds the keys

And though we’ve been held captive

At long last we are free

For He holds the keys

Against the gates of hell I now resist

For the shackles that had torn my wrists

Lay before me now upon the ground

To sin I am no longer bound

For from death’s barren womb

He heard my cry

And loosed the chains that bound me to a lie

And to all the things that have kept you away

That keep you defeated day after day after day

The heartache that nobody sees

That eats at your soul like a cruel disease

He who set the captives free

It is He, it is He who holds your keys