Breathe on my dry bones
(Inspired by the book of Ezekiel)
I am weak and weary, and my bones are dry.
I thirst for more but am never satisfied.
My soul aches—I know there is something better.
I long for freedom and to be unfettered.
God took my hand and then He said,
“Do you believe I can raise the dead?”
“I believe You can,” I replied.
“Help my unbelief to subside.”
“Trust me, my child, and take my hand.
Be still and know that I am who I am.”
In the quiet, a rattling sound was heard
as He breathed life and my spirit stirred.
Then my grave was opened, and I saw light.
He defeated the darkness, death, and night.
He reached down and grabbed my hand,
then He put my feet down on dry land.
My hope is gone no longer,
and my faith is made stronger.
I am alive again—His spirit lives in me.
I am His and He is mine for eternity.
