Rolling the stone

By Bernard Fylesimage

 

On a chilly April morning

at the very break of day,

some women came to see a tomb

where their master had been laid.

They came to dress the corpse for death

and say a final prayer

but when they reached the waiting tomb,

the body wasn’t there.

And the stone was rolled away.

The stone was rolled.

The stone was rolled.

The stone was rolled away.

 

They ran to tell the master’s men

who were hiding safe away.

Two of them came running back

to test the women’s tale.

They saw the shroud and linen cloths

lying in their place

but of the master’s lifeless corpse

they found no single trace.

For the stone was rolled away.

The stone was rolled.

The stone was rolled.

The stone was rolled away.

 

That night the master came to them

to share their evening meal.

They shook his hand and held him close

and knew that he was real.

This living Jesus comes to us

in word and deed and prayer

and once again we’re friends of God

in the love he came to share.

For the stone is rolled away.

The stone is rolled.

The stone is rolled.

The stone is rolled away.

 

 

Bernard Fyles


Categories: St Helens Circle Information   |  Posted on

On this Site, we use functional/necessary cookies to make this Site function. Third party cookies e.g. Google Maps, You Tube or Facebook are controlled via your browser settings. Read our Privacy Policy -Cookie Policy.