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 © Nicole Sharon Brown | Year Posted 2010
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