Poem - Valley Of Dry Bones

by Moya Boardman

Dry bones and broken lives
Damaged beyond despair
Rise up into your glory now
God’s chosen heir

Let the dawn rise on your darkness
Turn towards the light
The voice of God is speaking
He is with you in the fight

Lies loosed
Minds sound
Heats healed
Wholeness

Dry bones rise into your glory, into your glory

His anointing is on you
His hand is on your heart
Creation sees God’s children and
Trembles at the sight

Like your father glorious
Powerful brokenness
Warriors of peace & laughter
Rise up from your dust

Chains break
Demons flee
Spirit rule
Liberty

Dry bones take flesh, decay be gone