Sunday mornings I always remember what it signifies: God raised Jesus from the dead. This should speak for itself. Happy Sunday, reader.
Roll Away the Stone
When the horizon looks bleary;
The woes and wars makes you teary;
Take heart! The Holy One shines clear.
Roll away the stone aside the tomb.
When titan thrones makes you weary;
Broken pledges make you leery;
Take heart! The Lamb of life is here.
Roll away the stone, into spring’s bloom.
When hope feels empty and eerie;
Day by day, shows dark and dreary;
Take heart! The Healer’s hand is near.
Roll away the stone, into Love’s womb.