He stood among them About him they lay Wind in his beard As far as the eye could see Fallen now in the dust The breath of the Father Rang out in the silence And Life sprang forth The bones stood up Then flesh, then skin We are that army Life is in us Words to create Me, a son of God Come let's sing creation's song That the dry bones come to life And all around us Creation be freed from the curse Stephen Pursell, 10/13/02 | ![]() |
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