Ezekiel 37: The Valley of Dry Bones

Lying there dry as the clay
God of Mercy, could there be hope for these slain?
What could have brought us down to this?
What could have peeled off our flesh?
Stolen the breath from our lungs?
To make us dust for the wind?
You asked me if you could make them live
I said «Oh, Lord, You know!»
Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain!
Come from the four winds, and make an army!
Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain!
Come from the four winds, and make an army!
Jesus you said you came to bring life
But the motions came and locked us into death
What Holy grace do we need
Cause when we left our first love
We cast the skin from our bones
We breathed out our last dying breath
And never found the air again
You asked me if you could make them live
I said «Oh, Lord, You know!»
Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain
Come from the four winds, and make an army
Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain
Come from the four winds, and make an army
I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!
Rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you!
I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!
Rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you!
I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!
Rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you!
I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!
Rise from the dead.