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.

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.

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.

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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