Bones in a vision, scattered, dry and dead;
human ambition meets with nation’s dread.
Prophet’s resistance to divine command
leaves bones unsettled, strewn across the land
Words of a preacher to a hapless mess
bring things together organized (at best).
Lifeless, inert but covered and enfleshed,
Yet lacking something. Waiting to be blessed.
Breath of the Spirit, enter us today.
Wind out of heaven, waft us on God’s way.
Sails highly lifted, seeking ev’ry breeze;
life freely given, move us as you please.
Image: Campo de Huesos, Habana, Cuba
Source: Ezekiel 37:1-14
Text: David Alexander, 2022, CC BY-NC SA 4.0
Tune: Toulon , Public Domain
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission.