I am a stone mover...

Have to just take a break from this day. It started with the all too familiar barking dog who needed to go outside, then the kids are in need of breakfast and I am in desperate need of coffee and a shower. In the back of my mind is the nagging voice I hear almost constantly that I need to get to the piano and be productive and write a song... not just "a song" but an AMAZING song. So I quickly get the morning stuff over and done and while the last load of laundry tumbles in the dryer and the kids are in the family room playing Wii I sit on the piano bench and plunk at the keys. I then promptly return to the kitchen and make another cup of coffee. I plunk the keys again. Scribble out some lyrics and dive in. About a half an hour goes by and I am discouraged. I want to dig deep, I want to share my heart, I want to feel something when I write and it just feels... ick... blah. I go at it for about another hour then switch to the guitar. It is now 5:45 and my day has been consumed with this. I am now taking a break and I want to share with you what I just got out of 5 minutes of really spilling my guts to God and blubbering a tad to him. He reminded me of the story of Lazarus for some reason, so I, being the mac junkie I am looked it up and read. Then out of nowhere BAM ... this came to me.
When Lazarus was still in the grave even as Jesus walked towards them the people cried. They wept and did not understand why Jesus did not come sooner. They even questioned him. Then he himself walked over to the grave and wept. He cried for the death of his friend. But he did not just then turn around and walk away.. no, there was work to be done. He then had some men remove the stone from the grave and he called forth this dead man Lazarus and Lazarus came walking out shedding his burial clothes and living again. I took this all in and then began to think.. that is me.. I am a stone mover. I am one of those that God has called to remove the stones from graves of those who are dead. Dead from abuse, anger, the past, a bad marriage, a horrible childhood, a hidden sin.. I was there to remove that stone so that then God can call them forth and let them live again. This thought is giving me chills actually. Here I am thinking it is just a good melody line or good lyrics with a good voice singing but it is so much more. I am attempting to move stones from peoples "graves" in an attempt to raise them from the death they are in.
So, with that I am off to work again rejuvenated and ready to move some stones.