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Dry, bleached bones,
an army dead, dust where they fell
spoken over the prophet, the man of God
a rattling sound, of the bones moving,
coming together into soldiers,
rising with the breath of life more
inside the sinew, the skin, the flesh
of the reborn nation,
the people of the covenant
given life once more,
by the creator,
the faithful servants
dead bones, reanimated
ready to proclaim His glory

March 8, 2008
Ezekiel 37:1-14

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