O the stone that the builders rejected
became the cornerstone of a whole new world.
A grain of wheat may be knocked to the ground
and suffer through the winter’s cold,
only to rise right up again
and bear its seed a thousandfold.
Never can our journey fail;
a little child will lead the way,
whose eyes are filled with a shining light,
to whom the night is bright as day.
The love that rolls the stone away
gives us life and that we may sing
“Grave where is thy victory?
Death, o death, where is thy sting?”

drawn from Psalm 118:22, Isaiah 11:6,
John 12:24, I Corinthians 15:55