The Dead Shall Live

The storm was coming pushed my branches Rustled through my leaves They swayed, thoughts back and forth Then lightning struck Terror filled the air All my sins rained through me The forest shook and bled Filled the night with blades and lights Loud thunder, razor drops In that night I almost toppled Yet somehow I did not Deep roots were planted By an unknown father in my childhood As the twilight morn broke through The storm receded taking where some once stood The landscape changed These roots kept me there pushing for the spirit So I did what I was told And prophesized for him Stand and live forest of the dead Let us see what God requires of us What is to be of this Break me Let the bones breathe For my heart bleeds And for God my soul pleads