Mon., Mar. 23

Bible lands and holy names
they tell us ancient tales,
of walking through the desert
on newly journeyed trails;
Looking for deep wells where
the dry can drink and live,
the holes are blocked with boulders
no access do they give.
Keeping out a wand'rer,
a raider or a knave,
it takes more than just one man
to move the stone and save --

I cannot roll the stone
cannot put behind me
all the weight and load
it tries to keep inside me
Jacob made it move,
opened up the way,
living water flowed
when Jesus rolled the stone, away.

Moses marked the Jordan
with a pile of stone,
one for every tribe which
in slavery did groan;
as they crossed the river,
they raised up where they knew
God's power had removed them
to where their lives were new --

I cannot roll the stone
cannot put behind me
all the weight and load
it tries to keep inside me
Jacob made it move,
opened up the way,
living water flowed
when Jesus rolled the stone, away.

Now I approach the well
myself am weak and weary
yet something holds me back,
a rock marked "I'm unworthy";
A barrier titanic,
a block to knock me down,
until i turn around and
that massive stone is gone --

I cannot roll the stone
cannot put behind me
all the weight and load
it tries to keep inside me
Jacob made it move,
opened up the way,
living water flowed
when Jesus rolled the stone, away.