Stones

© 2002 by Joe Brodnax and Herb Linn

The summer is over, the harvest is past

Where would we be without Jesus?

But will we praise Him, and shout it out loud?

Or must the stones cry out?

Oh the stones, so polished and so fine

Fit for the Savior and ready to shine

What will we do if the stones must cry out?

So lift our voices, in praises to the King

Hold not your peace, your Savior is nigh

If we do not praise Him, for the mighty works He’s done

Surely the stones must cry out.

Oh the stones, so polished and so fine

Fit for the Savior and ready to shine

What will we do if the stones must cry out?

Oh the stones, have been silent all their days

He’ll give them voices for they’re ready to praise

What will we do if the stones must cry out?

What will we do if the stones must cry out?