A Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here To carry weight we should have bore Upon His shoulders He carried all For all of us, for love and more At birth, His destiny was set in stone He was to travel, on fated road To save us all, brothers and sisters He carried, heavily, our load Upon the end of carrying our cross He met His death with prayer and love He did not run, nor dare to fight With thoughts of God the Father above. Upon His death, in a tomb He lay Placed gently by His mother and others With prayer for Him and hoping too He’d return for His sisters and brothers In the early morn, a discovered sight The rock at the cave was displaced By the hand of God, all soon had learned That the fate of man had been graced He rose! He rose! The savior came Though some still had their doubts Soon, fingers placed inside His wounds And ascending, chased fear right out He is the rock of man, the foundation He is that which we build the church upon He came and because of His rising We are graced upon death, by God’s son.