The STONE
Slumbering
peacefully in the warm depths of the Earth,
He spoke and
we became, molten, His energy our mirth.
But,
pressures soon began to force us apart.
We soon
cooled, and hardening began to start.
Granite,
bedrock, such names we would be called.
Mountains,
whole ranges, the nations we walled.
Fallen
creation would groan and would quake.
And, many of
us, from the rest we would break.
Fragments,
down from the heights, into the darkness did roll.
Far away
from the sunrise, no purpose, no glory, no goal?!
Then came
the children, “king of the mountain” on me they’d play!
But, then
came sons of Adam, “this stone here cannot stay! Take it away”
With chisels
and hammers, they cut and whittled me down.
Like a shorn
lion, just cold and gray and smooth and nearly round.
What are
they doing? For a tomb?! Am I nothing
more than a door?
Banished, abused,
tossed away, forgotten, barely a stone anymore!?
Once long
ago, a stone followed them along, providing much needed water.
One he
called the “Stone,” of his closest, one of the Twelve, known as Peter!
Some selected,
as part of an altar, Adam’s sons through blood to be reclaimed.
Another a
pillow, then memorial, for one who wrestled all night, by an angel renamed.
Oddly, I
once heard “the stone they rejected” was one of His names?!
And, He said
that if need be, we stones His glory would shout and proclaim!
But, the One
who calmed the seas, was behind me entombed, with a Roman seal.
And, the
guards wrestled me into place and whispered, “stone, be still.”
Three dreary
days slowly had passed, and this stone, unbelievably, rolled away.
The cold One
on the slab, with a hint of a grin, whispered, “Today is the Day!”
This old stone, from some forgotten
crag, with creation’s deep impulse, then
rolled UP the hill.
Though the
angels reached out, their Maker to obey; their hands I did barely even feel?!
The
disappointments, the isolation, this seemingly abused life is my story.
It has all
been leading to that moment: around,
down, then up, all to His glory!
My place is
secured in the story of the followers of the Cross.
Even if my
exact place on this Rock has now been seemingly lost.
This story
is not about places nor things nor relics to which they cling.
It is all
about, ever, always and only about Jesus, the Heavenly King
One of his
Twelve wrote of this Rock melting with fervent heat?!
Maybe, we
will start over, and as before, feel the tread of His feet?
But, what
seemed like forever, centuries, even eons, waiting so long.
This stone’s
witness is now written down, even lately recorded in song!
.
Glorious Day (Living He loved me) ~Casting Crowns –
Songwriters:
Michael Bleecker / Mark Hall
One day when
Heaven was filled with His praises
One day when
sin was as black as could be
Jesus came
forth to be born of a virgin
Dwelt among
men, my example is He
Word became
flesh and the light shined among us
His glory
revealed
Living, He
loved me
Dying, He
saved me
Buried, He
carried my sins far away
Rising, He
justified freely forever
One day He's
coming
Oh glorious
day, oh glorious day
One day they
led Him up Calvary's mountain
One day they
nailed Him to die on a tree
Suffering
anguish, despised and rejected
Bearing our
sins, my Redeemer is He
Hands that
healed nations, stretched out on a tree
And took the
nails for me
Living, He
loved me
Dying, He
saved me
Buried, He
carried my sins far away
Rising, He
justified freely forever
One day He's
coming
Oh glorious
day, oh glorious day
One day the
grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the
door
Then He arose,
over death He had conquered
Now is
ascended, my Lord evermore
Death could
not hold Him, the grave could not keep Him
From rising
again
Living, He
loved me
Dying, He
saved me
Buried, He
carried my sins far away
Rising, He
justified freely forever
One day He's
coming
Oh glorious
day, oh glorious day
One day the
trumpet will sound for His coming
One day the
skies with His glories will shine
Wonderful
day, my Beloved One bringing
My Savior
Jesus is mine
Living, He
loved me
Dying, He
saved me
Buried, He
carried my sins far away
Rising, He
justified freely forever
One day He's
coming
Oh glorious
day, oh glorious day
Glorious day
Oh glorious
day
(mad, midnight musings of a messed-up mind – spurred by a line in a hymn, this morning)
