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.
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