Dry Bones

The Valley Of Dry Bones Ezekiel 37

The dry bones gather up dust in the field of the lost,
un-cleansed, un-watered, and missing the Love Of God.
No clothing, no comfort, just a pile of dry bones.

The breath of life surrounds them, but has not entered,
empty carcasses on the move for the slaughter.
No hope, no life in them, just a pile of dry bones.

The spring of life mourns over their hardness,
softening water is waiting to be poured in.
The valley of darkness holds fast to the old dry bones.

The flesh is perishing in the depth of new understanding,
if it's unwilling to change, no water will run here.
Simply lost without love, just a pile of dry bones.

One way up, the New Covenant through Jesus Christ,
the only sacrifice for acceptance at Heaven's Altar.
And it's waiting to be revealed, to the lost dry bones.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart; and lean
not on your own understanding. In all your ways
acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths.
Be not wise in your own eyes; Fear the Lord
and depart from evil. It shall be health to your
flesh, And strength to your bones.
( Proverbs 3:5-8 NKJV )

Written By Wayne Hudson

Dry Bones by Wayne Hudson
Originally Written In November 1995