Sometimes we’re stuck in a nasty tomb,
Trapped in anger, fear and gloom,
Moanin’ and complainin’ the live-long day
Thinkin’ life stinks till we get our own way.
Poor me, poor me.
Now don’t be surprised, but who comes along,
But God’s repairman, smart and strong.
Takes one sniff, knows somethin’s wrong,
For when “Life stinks” is your only song,
Beware! It needs repair.
Oh Jesus, roll away the stone of my sin!
Open up the tomb and let the love-light in,
For my life is broken, and there’s nothing I can do
So I need a repairman to fix me up new.
Then I hear him say, “You in there all alone?
You need some help with that heavy stone?”
“Get away from my tomb! I’m fine inside!
I don’t need a critic but a place to hide.
I’m fine inside! I’m doin’ fine on my own. I’m in my comfort zone.”
“Don’t give me that! I’ve been in there!
And it’s dark and dreary and you’re near despair,
But there is a way out when you’ve got the right tool,
For I learned my job in a real-life school.”
(Some kind of school! Some school!)
Yes, Jesus, roll away the stone of my sin!
Open up the tomb and let the love-light in,
For my life is broken, and there’s nothing I can do
So I need a repairman to fix me up new (brand new).
So Jesus puts a lever beneath the stone
And he heaves, and shoves, ‘til at last it’s gone,
And he stretches out his hand, and he reaches in
And drags me out of the tomb of sin.
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Then Jesus says, “Although I’m leaving you now,
I’m leaving you my lever and the book that shows how
You can use God’s tools when there’s work to do.
Now when somethin’ needs repairing, it’s your job too.
Yes, Jesus rolled away the stone of my sin.
He opened up the tomb and let the love-light in.
When my life was broken, and there’s nothing I could do,
God sent his repairman, and he fixed me up good as new.
It’s an Easter morning when we rise up new
‘Cause God sent a repairman for me and you.
Copyright © 2010 by Nancy Rexford