I’m just a stone, so round and smooth and fat.
I’m just a stone. For years I sat and sat.
Until one day. God said to David, «That is just the stone
to help settle the spat.»
I’m just a stone, an ordinary gray.
I’m just a stone. Now, what more can I say?
But somehow God, could use me anyway.
He knew which stone would never go astray.
I’m just a stone, I have no pedigree. I’m just a stone.
As common as can be. If God could use a little stone like me.
He’ll use you too, if you will just agree.

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