STILL ROLLS THE STONE
Words & Music: Bob Bennett
© 1985 Straightway Music (ASCAP)
I tore off my grave clothes
And cried a pool of tears
For the voice of the Living One
Who spoke the stars and spheres
Has called me from my darkness
And led me to this place
Where the dead leap
And the blind see His face
 Still rolls the stone, still rolls the stone
 Still rolls the stone from the grave
Hearts aflame with mercy
Like the sun in midnight sky
While the doubter shrugs his shoulders
And the cynic wonders why
But as it is in Heaven
So now we proclaim
The Lord tells us here to do the same
In the still of a Sunday morning
A grave stands open wide
And a promise kept
While the world slept
Means that no one is inside