I am the stone
held the grieving head
when He cried, "Your will
be done, not mine" . . .
in Gethsemane, felt His
hot tears like blood,
surely He was Divine ~

I am a stone among
many hurled in rage
by a hate~filled
angry mob . . .
slanderingly spitting
His holy name, hoping
His dignity to rob ~

I am THE PRECIOUS STONE
the builders rejected
sacrificed Lamb of God
Good Shepherd so sweet . . .
bore the old rugged cross
to Calvary, spikes driven
into my hands and my feet ~

I am the heavy stone
commanded by roman leaders
His borrowed tomb
the guards to seal . . .
with threat of death
over their heads whose
terror was palpably real ~

I am the stony heart of
those who refuse to
acknowledge Jesus
gave His all . . .
to purchase Salvation with
His own blood, stubbornly
refusing His call ~

What stone or death
what grave or hell
things present or things
to come could conquer me . . .
The First ~ The Last ~
The Way ~ The Truth ~ The Life
THE RESURRECTION~JESUS CHRIST~ G L O R Y !!!

Mary Carter Mizrany
February 19, 2005
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