Dry Bones

Some days are days of quiet weariness.

Spirit deep and desperate.

Days of rattling and dry bones.

Days when breath is spare and time is counted out, measured in moments.

These are valley days, Ezekiel days.

In faith, mind flees to ancient verse.

"¹ The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out in the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley;^[a] it was full of bones. ²And he led me around among them, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley, and behold, they were very dry. ³And he said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?" And I answered, "O Lord GOD, you know." ⁴Then he said to me, "Prophesy over these bones, and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD. ⁵Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones: Behold, I will cause breath^[b] to enter you, and you shall live. ⁶ And I will lay sinews upon you, and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the LORD."   Ezekiel 37: 1- 4


I lift my voice, cry out to the Lord GOD: -


"Breathe on me Spirit of the Living God, breathe on me...cause me to live, live my life to the fullest. Live my life in valley or mountain-top, in glory or despair, live my life lifted up to you.  Do not let the days pass by in dryness of spirit, no breath of hope anywhere.  


Breathe on me Spirit of God, breathe life into these dry bones. Let hope vibrate, pulsate, from every fibre in my being, let my feet leap, let every strand of DNA declare- 
^"7Though the fig tree should not blossom,
   nor fruit be on the vines,
the produce of the olive fail
   and the fields yield no food,
the flock be cut off from the fold
   and there be no herd in the stalls,
¹⁸ yet I will rejoice in the LORD;
    I will take joy in the God of my salvation.
¹⁹GOD, the Lord, is my strength;
    he makes my feet like the deer’s;
   he makes me tread on my high places." Habakkuk 3: 17 -19"


Though darkness and despair follow me, chase me down corridors of blackness, I will not be swallowed whole, hopeless.  


I will sing, I will dance, I will weep and sorrow too, but not as those who have no hope.  These dry bones will rise again.


"I know it brother brother,
Indeed I know it brother, I know it HEY!
Dem bones gonna rise again...

The Lord cried out in his mighty voice.
Dem bones gonna rise again 
That shook the heavens to the joists.
Dem bones gonna rise again.

I know it brother brother,

Indeed I know it brother, I know it HEY!

Dem bones gonna rise again...

(from - http://www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/dembones.html)"