The Stone Rolled Away

empty tombOn that cross He hung

He wasn’t alone.

For my guilt, my shame, my sin

Hung with Him

The nails driven through His flesh

The blood dripping down His holy skin

Breathing out His last

So that I could breathe in a life of freedom

Foolishly men thought death and a stone could hold Him back

The weight of the entire world couldn’t hold Him down

He arose

As the cross carried my sin

The stone carried my pride

As it shifted on the earth

He walked away from His burial

No longer would I be alone

The Spirit now walking with me

Living in me

The stone rolled away