Matt Maher - The Waiting lyrics

[Matt Maher - The Waiting lyrics]


The evening tide is falling fast
My feet are weary
But I'm free at last
So meet me in the tomb my Lord
Come roll away
Roll away the stone

And this is the mystery
Death bows to
The King of Kings
He has overcome the grave
For the sinners and the saints

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