It is nice to imagine that I was post modern before post modern was cool but was it just adolescent rebellion? Let the buyer beware.
Written back in the late 1960s:
The Lost Stone
Speaker 1: (Sadly)
The Stone
Which the builders rejected,
The Stone,
Which became the head of the corner,
The Stone,
Upon which His church would be built
Is lost!
Speaker 2: (Confidently)
Lost? My son you have not been to Our church.
We have a succession line,
Transcending back through time,
Peter's line of ordination,
Precious line of the Lord's creation.
Speaker 1: (Sadly)
But the stone is lost . . . the ordination different from the ordinator.
Speaker 3: (Argumentatively)
Lost? Young radical, you have not been to Our church!
We have the truth - a clear bell tone,
Man can be saved by faith alone,
Luther's theses we still hold,
We have here your Stone of old.
Speaker 1: (Sadly)
But the Stone is lost . . . the person different from His truth.
Speaker 4: (In preacher tone)
Lost? Seeker, you have not been to Our church.
The word of God is where we look,
There are no mistakes in God's own book,
A strong foundation - never weak,
Here you'll find the Stone you seek.
Speaker 1: (Sadly)
But the Stone is lost . . . the path different from its destination.
Speaker 5: (Liltingly)
Lost? Friend, you have not been to Our church.
There we speak with other tongues,
Praising God from out our lungs,
We can show you how to speak,
Limber up, now don't be meek.
Speaker (Sadly)
But the stone is lost . . . the gift different from the giver.
Come search with me brothers,
We seek only one Stone,
Come search with me brothers,
I'll not find it alone
We'll look under your Church,
We'll look under mine,
We'll know when we find it,
The same through all time.
No false combinations,
Our brotherhood true,
We'll understand unity,
when we are through.
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