Clearing Stones - John Lucas

We came to the water

Sinners all were we

For we’d heard a man could be reborn

And then he’d be set free

Oh I’ve never done hard time

But I’ve had a few

And some of the wrongs that I have done

Would make you shift in your Sunday pew

And I am oft' intoxicated

On sorrow and my shame

And guilt makes a right fine prison cell

When you’re afraid of your own name

We came to the stream of life

As clar as glass and as cold as ice

And my heart sank as I looked in

But I’d a pint of faith and I’d rolld my dice

On the water so sweet that was just ankle deep

But we had prisons to bury

So we rolled our clothes and braced for the cold

To leave all that we had to carry

And we dammed the water that frees the damned

And we dug the stones from the riverbed

In the stream of life we formed a coffin

And I’d be damned if that water didn’t cover my head

We drowned the young and old in that sea of grace

But we all rose the same

We splashed like children, we did, in that sea of grace

And we danced in the forest like flames

Grace was enough and grace is enough

And grace always will be

More than enough to change an old man young

And an ankle-deep stream to a sea

Grace can’t be bought and grace can’t be sold

Not for the wages of a thousand days

Grace is the gift of a King who longs

For His children to see they’re not slaves

And grace gets deeper the more you trust

That the King is good and the King is just

And that naked forgiveness is stronger than the grave

And sometimes grace takes clearing stones

With a weary heart and aching bones

To prove to that new child it was worth it all

Roll away the stones

Roll away the stones

Roll away the stones

And come alive