🌿 Poem: Who Will Roll the Stone Away?
Before the dawn had kissed the sky,
With heavy hearts and tear-wet eyes,
They walked the path of grief and care,
With spices in the morning air.
No hope to see Him alive again,
No thought beyond their sorrowed pain,
Just one last act of love to give—
For One they wished had stayed to live.
The weight was great, the seal was sure,
The task too vast, the grief too pure,
No strength they had could shift that door—
A barrier like never before.
But when they reached the garden place,
They saw not death—but empty space,
The stone was moved, the grave undone,
The victory already won.
The question formed in human fear,
Was answered long before drawn near,
For God had moved what none could sway—
Before they even reached the way.
So when your heart is burdened deep,
And mountains rise and answers sleep,
Remember at the break of day—
God moves the stone before you pray.