We are just but women three, with the spices and perfume But the path which we must take is blocked by stone to the entombed No one dares to come with us for fear that they will be arrested All we’re guilty of is words our Lord himself attested. Will they be at our behest To open up this dreadful chest? May we treat him with our best? Who will roll away the stone? Our sorrow raw, our feet are sore No Earthly power can open that door Our hopes are dimmed, outlook is poor Who will roll away the stone? We have arrived, the stone aside We dare not even look inside A body’s theft, cannot abide Who has rolled away the stone?
“When the Sabbath was over, Mary Magdalene, Mary the mother of James, and Salome bought spices so that they might go to anoint Jesus’ body. Very early on the first day of the week, just after sunrise, they were on their way to the tomb and they asked each other, “Who will roll the stone away from the entrance of the tomb?” But when they looked up, they saw that the stone, which was very large, had been rolled away.”
Roger D. Linder: 40 Days: Resurrection to Ascension
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