A vision or a dream, perchance,
One moment here, and then, entranced,
I flew, by God’s hand, over land
Through clouds to vale below.
And as I made the swift descent,
With bones the vale was littered, rent,
Defeated army lying dead
From battle long ago.
And He said, “Look at these dry bones!
Can these bones live, O Son of Man?”
And as I...
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