Dry Bones

It’s been 50 years I’ve lain here,

Waiting for some kind of song.

But the fiddle fell on deaf ears

When He drew it swift and strong.

Every bone of mine was broken

When they threw my body down,

But the words have all been spoken

Vibrant life is in this town.

Holy winds clean what was rotten,

Blowing dust off carbon ribs,

Sinews stir with strength forgotten,

Fingers flinch in this eclipse.

Lift my head to see the mountains,

Start to rise and march to war;

In this valley full of dry bones

There is hope like none before.

Stand and listen with my brothers.

Here to answer yet the call

We are living like the breathing

Now restored beyond our fall