Bones Await

I stand among the dry bones

The broken loves of my fellows

Prisoners under Pharoah's heel

Oppressed by wicked laws

And courts run by Satan's friends

All around me a fallen army

One destined for greatness

But still dry bones today

Where is Ezekiel?

Where is the Breath of Life?

My soul cries for the deep

Others howl all around

How long, Lord?

But I know you are faithful

You will come

It is only we who prevent you

In love with our idols

Married to Egypt

Infested in the filth of slavery

Forgive us, Lord

Heal us, Lord

Have mercy, Lord

Yahweh, Abba, Father

From under Pharaoh's heel we cry

Captives or prisoners?

Doubtless both

Depending on the bone

Breathe on us, Lord

We are yours, Lord

Your handiwork, your treasure

Your harvest yet unreaped

Sharpen your sickle, Lord

Sweet Jesus, cleanse your Bride

Manifest your sons

And brothers

Stephen Pursell, 11/01/02