Rocks Cry Out

Alas...

Our unhallowed form...

Children of dust.

Eyes of clay which cannot see.
Mouths mute.
Hands and feet unmoving.
Breathe Your life into us again.
Lord, make these stones live.

Satan tempts...
You don't have to be hungry, turn these stones to bread.
Jump down from here and angels will not let You strike Your foot against a stone.
Come with me to the mountain top, the highest stone,
look at all beneath You here...
I'll give you the whole earth...

But it wasn't common earth the Creator wanted.
Though His commandments were first written in the stone,
He wished them to be written on our hearts.
Flesh and blood.
Living earth.
Clay come to life.
God inside the living stones.
Upon this rock I will build my church.

And the rocks cry out.
Our blood cries to You from the very ground.
The Sacrifice bleeds upon the rocks.
The stone is rolled away,
and at last we are accepted.

Our stony hearts come to life in You.