Even the stones...

Each rock had a hundred thousand stories etched into it's being. Each rock was a silent witness to the activities of the World. And each rock had a multitude of songs it could have sung; laments, ditties, lullabies, psalms, serenades, anthems, hymns. Yet the cry that must be heard, the cry that can't be contained, is the cry that declares who is King.

".. the whole multitude of his disciples began to rejoice and praise God with a loud voice for all the mighty works that they had seen, saying, "Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord! Peace in heaven and glory in the highest!" And some of the Pharisees in the crowd said to him, "Teacher, rebuke your disciples." He answered, "I tell you, if these were silent, the very stones would cry out." " - Luke 19. 37-40