Monday, June 8, 2009

O' Ye Dry Bones

The shape I’m in
With these dry bones
I’ve been in the valley
Way too long
I’ve lost all hope
There’s nothing left
And everything around me
Is such a mess
My soul cries out
Lord God
You command the wind
Breathe upon me
That I may live again
Then you’ll hear
A shaking going on
I’ll come together
Bone to bone
On my feet I will stand
Your spirit within me
In our own land
And Your word
Will be spoken on
O’ye dry bones

2008 Patricia A Moore
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

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