I am a stone,
Hardened and small,
Forsaken, alone,
Rejected by all.
Lost in the wilderness,
Untended, neglected,
In a sea of bitterness,
Sad and dejected.
Hardened stone,
Cold-hearted and dull,
Forgotten, unknown,
Bitter and gall.
My surface is rough,
Appearance unsightly,
Grumpy and gruff,
Grieving contritely.
They say I feel no pain
‘neath my hardened surface
Yet, I feel the sun and rain
A longing for my purpose
I am a stone,
Gravel and dirt,
Meant to be thrown,
The stuff of this earth.
A voice in the wilderness
Called out to me,
In my distress,
Come look and see!
He was the stone
that the builders rejected,
From heaven alone,
God’s own perfected.
Rock of all ages,
The Rock of Offense,
Death was his wages,
My sins, his expense.
The stone of stumbling,
Now chief cornerstone,
Forgiveness so humbling,
He called me his own.
I am a stone
Crying out to the king
Bowed before his throne
His praises I sing
Yes, I am a stone,
Built on a rock,
Saved by Christ alone,
In His grace, I walk.
From stones, now sons and daughters
From rocks, once cold and still,
The hardened, now made tender,
By the Father’s loving will.