Dry Bones - Branches

I descend into the valley

To the middle of the floor

Theres nothing there thats living

Nothing breathing anymore

There are only bods here

In this haunted garden bed

My father introduced it

To the giant dusty day

The dryness of the winter

The bitter of the wind

The bones have cracked and splintered

Will they ever live again

He asks me

Son of Man can these bones live

I say

Oh my Lord if breath you give

Flesh and skin I offer

And lift up broken limbs

Watch the bones be put together

So that they can live again

And so with a whisper

He tells me what to say

To make the valley shudder

And the skeletons obey

So I say

Dry bones hear the voice around

Be raised up from this dusty ground

Come for winds and fill the slain

See them rising to their feet again

My people I have done it

I have robbed your hungry grave

From the meal that he desired

And the final breath he craved

You have not breathed your last now

You have only just begun

Now go into the corners

Of the earth with what I’ve done