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
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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.
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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.
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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
Score: https://www.smallchurchmusic.com/2011/Score/GodOftheProphets-Toulon.pdf
Audio: www.smallchurchmusic.com Used by Permission.
Worship Video:https://youtu.be/_Mj9B5SxZ84
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