A valley
wide and spacious,
Filled with
bones so dry
Bones with
no life in them,
Lying
beneath the searing sky.
No hope, no
joy is in them
They lie
there deaf and dumb.
But God says
to the prophet
Prophesy to
the wind to come.
Ezekiel
calls to the Spirit
And behold a
wind sweeps through.
A rattling
of bones answering
Amazes that
wise Jew.
Bone to bone
attaches
And sinews
wrap around
A mighty
army stands there
On that
astonished ground.
And so the
mighty God
Brings life
and strength about.
We too can
know His quickening
Of that
there is no doubt.
So embrace
with joy
The Spirit’s
quickening power.
Rise up a
mighty army
Fit for the
coming hour.
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