Roll Away Your Stone

One with a hint of Easter Sunday.



'You told me that I would find a hole
Within the fragile substance of my soul
And I have filled this void with things unreal
And all the while my character it steals...

It seems that all my bridges have been burned
But you say that's exactly how this Grace thing works
It's not the long walk home that will change this heart
But the welcome I receive with the re-start...'