Women |
We are just but women three, with the spices and perfume But the path which we must take is blocked by stone to the entombed No one dares to come with us for fear that they will be arrested All we're guilty of is words our Lord himself attested. Will they be at our behest To open up this dreadful chest? May we treat him with our best? Who will roll away the stone? Our sorrow raw, our feet are sore No Earthly power can open that door Our hopes are dimmed, outlook is poor Who will roll away the stone? We have arrived, the stone aside We dare not even look inside A body's theft, cannot abide Who has rolled away the stone? |