The Dry Bones

This is for Open Link Night at the Dverse Bar. I forgot the reference for this poem. Ezekiel 37, vision of the valley of dry bones:

Breathe in the new life, His army to raise
Breathe on the dry bones, rise up from the grave
Speak boldly that flesh and sinews may cover
Speak life that the lips, long dead may deliver

Words borne of God, seed a new generation
Words borne of self, cede our own desperation
This gift is a treasure more precious and true
The gift He would give to a dead world is you

Speak, for His harvest is calling to you
Speak out His words, they are faithful and true
Must the rocks cry out, is there no one to stand?
You are Ezekiel to this day of man!

9 Then he said to me, “Prophesy to the breath; prophesy, son of man, and say to it, ‘This is what the Sovereign Lord says: Come, breath, from the four winds and breathe into these slain, that they may live.’” 10 So I prophesied as he commanded me, and breath entered them; they came to life and stood up on their feet—a vast army. Ezekiel 37:9

20 thoughts on “The Dry Bones

  1. Grace says:

    An inspiring read tonight ~ I specially love this part:

    Speak, for His harvest is calling to you
    Speak out His words, they are faithful and true

  2. Linda Kruschke says:

    Love this! We like to think it was only the prophets of old who were called to speak God’s truth, but the truth is we are called to do so, too. We must speak His truth in His love to a world in need of His grace.

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