Upon on a hill they called golgotha

There grew a rose among the weeds

A beauty unembraced, perfection out of place

Our god, the king, among the thieves

It feels like poetry embodied

The carpenter upon the tree

He died against the grain, just like he lived each day

Became the message that he preached.

Oh hallelujah with hands lifted high

What else would I do but give you my heart?

My hallelujah for all that you've done

The least I could do is give you my heart

My hallelujah

(Ooh)

We really should have seen it coming

'cause he even said how many days

An earthquake in the cave

That stone was rolled away

Who puts a god inside a grave?

You can't put god inside a grave.

Oh hallelujah with hands lifted high

What else would I do but give you my heart?

My hallelujah for all that you've done

The least I could do is give you my heart

My hallelujah

My hallelujah.

I will praise the one who left his mark on calvary

I will praise the one who left the grave but kept those keys

He is alive, he is alive, he forevermore will be

Now the wonder-working power is alive in me

I will praise the one who left his mark on calvary

I will praise the one who left the grave but kept those keys

He is alive, he is alive, he forevermore will be

Now the wonder-working power is alive in me.

Someday in skies above golgotha

On clouds like stallions he'll descend, yeah...

The trumpets start to blaze, the saints erupt in praise

The king is coming back again, yeah...

Our king is coming back again.

Oh hallelujah with hands lifted high

What else would I do but give you my heart?

My hallelujah for all that you've done

The least I could do is give you my heart

My hallelujah with hands lifted high

What else would I do but give you my heart?

My hallelujah for all that you've done

The least I could do is give you my heart

My hallelujah

My hallelujah

My hallelujah

My hallelujah.