THE GRAVE CAN'T HOLD ME I MAY NOT BE LIVING, WHEN JESUS RETURNS. BACK TO THIS WORD, TO TAKE US HOME. BUT IF I AM SLEEPING, BENEATH THE COLD CLAY. I'LL RISE UP WITH POWER, ON THAT GREAT JUDGEMENT DAY. NOW DEATH IS THE MASTER, OVER ALL THE LAND. NO ONE CAN ESCAPE, FROM HIS DREADED HAND SO WHEN THE LOR...