Still Rolls The Stone

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