These women of the Lord
To bless the body in the tomb
Where Son of Man was stored
With spice in hand, they journeyed
Unsure of what they'd find
Hoping to anoint the One
That heaven had designed
Who will roll away the stone?
They asked upon the tomb
Then looking up, they saw it moved
And found an empty room
He is not here, the angel said
Do not be amazed
For He has risen from the grave,
His body has been raised
They left in fear, to share the news
Of Jesus, risen Lord
For life and love had triumphed death
Faith had been restored
We ask the question, once again
Who will move the stone?
That blocks us from the heart of Christ
That we have always known
Who will move the barriers
That keep us from true sight?
Though sun has come as risen Lord
We fail to see the light
This world of human blindness
Of heaven's crucifixion
Is marred by nail and sword
Concealed by sin's addiction
And yet, the stone will move again
By heaven's resurrection
For grace holds endless power
To make our sin perfection
As life was made through death
Love is made from fear
Though blind, we wait with hearts of hope
For grace to interfere
-C. O'Connell-
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