Dry Bones

Boy I’m hot and dry

I’m full of life

And I feel this way

There is no real reason why

I know I’m not here

All alone

God’s with me

I’m at home

I’m in the region

Of dry bones

People all around me

Have lost hope

Many of them

Look up to pimp

Like he’s the pope

Or are blowing smoke

These are the many

Who are addicted

To dope.

Many are treated

As criminals

And they really

Are scholars

Preachers, teachers,

Doctors, and all other

Professions.

This place has

So much potential

But so many

Block our blessings

I see in the near

Future that the

Dry bones

And dead mentalities

Will come to life

That this area

For once will become

A major thoroughfare

And people

Will come back home

From everywhere

And the dry bones

That kicked us out

Will not have

Room to treat

Us criminal

They will melt

Past subliminal

We will have

Our families back

We will have

A kingdom mindset

And

God will get the

Glory for it!

 

 

Ezekiel 37:1-14
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Chappell Avatar
November 6, 2010 at 9:55 AM
excellent write nice point in your words my friend so thank you
Christian Avatar
November 1, 2010 at 3:42 AM
aww so great, and there is astory about dry bones in the Bible and the Lord tok them and made them flesh again and may be just maybe thoose dry bones where you are will also be made whole, God bles you from diane
Mehta Avatar
October 31, 2010 at 6:14 PM
V ery devotional thoughts on faith and very uplifting, Nicole
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