Dry Bones 

(Lyrics by David Taylor)

A vision came from the spirit of Adonai

He spoke to me and told me to prophesy

He led me where an army had been overthrown

And far and wide I saw a valley of dry bones

I speak to the bones! All you dead men hear it!

Breathe the breath of life! Be filled with the Spirit!

And as I spoke there arose a thunderous din

Bone came to bone death gave way to flesh and skin

He bade me speak and I prophesied to the breath

Come all four winds! Breathe life in these bones of death!

I speak to the bones! All you dead men hear it!

Breathe the breath of life! Be filled with the Spirit!

Blow from the North, Spirit of the living God

Blow from the South, breath of the Lord of Hosts

Blow from the East, rushing wind of prophecy

Blow from the West, power of the Holy Ghost

I heard them say, "Our bones are dried our hope has fled."

I spoke again: Come alive you walking dead!

Open you graves! Death has lost its sting!

Warriors arise! Come forth and serve your King!

I speak to the bones! All you dead men hear it!

Breathe the breath of life! Be filled with the Spirit!