Sometimes we bury, or we lay away,
Our hope of healing while discouragement
Seals fast the sepulcher and brings dismay,
With hints that useless efforts have been spent.
We doubt that we can move the massive stone
And feel we lack the strength that prayers command,
Forgetting that we do not work alone
And that the risen Saviour is at hand.
But even while it seems that we are doomed,
There can appear a shining angel thought
To liven hope that weariness entombed
And bring the healing that we long have sought.
Then we shall find the heavy stone removed
As Easter dawns with resurrection proved.
