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

	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