Rock Displaced

The sins of man had brought Him here To carry weight we should have bared Upon His shoulders He bore it all For all of us, a love He shared At birth, His destiny was already cast He was to travel, fated on His road To save us all, brothers and sisters He carried heavily our load Upon the end of carrying our cross He met death with prayer and love He didn’t run, nor dare to fight With thoughts of God above. Upon His death, in a tomb He lay Placed by His mother and others With prayer for Him, knowing 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 learned That the fate of man had been graced He rose! He rose! The savior came Though some still had their own doubts Fingers placed inside His wounds And ascending drew their 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.