An Easter Poem
I keep thinking about the stone that sealed His tomb.
Too massive for any human being to move.
It’s the same as my sin: a death sentence.
Dead weight. Darkness I can’t escape,
despite my best effort or brute strength.
We’re born swaddled in grave clothes,
unable to be untangled alone.
No amount of makeup can cover it up.
It’s like putting on fig leaves.
We’ve tried it all, haven’t we?
The real issue is inside:
The human heart.
Scarcely a pulse of true life.
Without hope, without light.
It makes me think about that garden grave,
where His body lay, buried
in a borrowed space. Silent, looking
like love lost and life slammed shut.
Who can revive dry bones?
What’s the fix for hearts of stone?
Who can break these chains?
Who can lift this weight away?
Thank God for the cross and the third day!
On that first resurrection Sunday,
when He defeated satan and sin and death,
That stone never stood a chance.
Death, where is your sting?
Grave, where is your victory?
The tombstone was steamrolled
by the Cornerstone,
Now every obstacle and stronghold:
sickness, shame, addiction,
any impossible situation —
all broken through by His blood.
So you can be healed,
sealed, washed clean.
Free. Only believe.
It is finished:
Jesus died in your place.
He rose to life forever from the grave.
Call on his holy name.
Right now, He reigns. To this day,
He’s still rolling stones away.
After I finished writing this poem, I felt nudged to pick up this rock. I turned it over and noticed cracks in the shape of a cross. The moral of the story? The cross of Jesus Christ holds hope and power to shatter every stone of sin and death in your life. Hallelujah 🙌🏼
“I will give you a new heart, and I will put a new spirit within you. I will remove the heart of stone from your body and give you a heart of flesh.” —Ezekiel 36:26 NET
Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, we must get rid of every weight and the sin that clings so closely, and run with endurance the race set out for us, keeping our eyes fixed on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of our faith. For the joy set out for him he endured the cross, disregarding its shame, and has taken his seat at the right hand of the throne of God. —Hebrews 12:1-2 NET