Dry Bones Rise up (Poem)

Prophesy to the bones, dry and bare,
Let the Lord’s words fill the air.
God’s voice commands the lifeless clay,
Breath and spirit, they shall find their way.

Prophets, conduits of divine might,
Bearer of God’s truth, a guiding light.
Oracles of the heavenly sphere,
Their duty: to hold God’s power dear.

The spoken word, a sacred thread,
From prophets’ lips, divine messages spread.
Breathing life into the dormant and still,
Their voices echo the Almighty’s will.

“Rise up,” they call to the bones so dry,
Awakened by the Lord’s decree on high.
Guided by faith, they hold the key,
To unlock the power, set spirits free.

In their words, in their righteous deeds,
The breath of God, the spirit that feeds.
For prophets, the vessels of divine grace,
Lead souls to rise, to find their place.

So, prophesy to the bones, they shall know,
The word of the Lord, how it can sow
Life, revival, and strength anew,
Through prophets’ words, God’s truth rings true.

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Faithful followers of Jesus Christ watch and pray – we are in dark times. Trust NO-ONE until they show themselves trustworthy. They must earn our TRUST.

Until Next time, Keep Believing, Keep Hoping & Keep Loving.

Peace. Daniel – The Christian Activist & Warrior

 Remember, Jesus Christ is the Light of the World.

 Thank you, and God Bless