Bones Await
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
Captives or prisoners?
From under Pharaoh's heel we cry
Yahweh, Abba, Father
Have mercy, Lord
Heal us, Lord
Infested in the filth of slavery
Forgive us, Lord
Married to Egypt
In love with our idols
It is only we who prevent you
You will come
But I know you are faithful
How long, Lord?
Others howl all around
My soul cries for the deep
Where is the Breath of Life?
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?
