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
