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 Sir Ricky's Inspirational Poetry Corner

The hand of the Lord was on me,
He brought me out in His Spirit;
Set in the valley as to see,
Of the bones having no merit.
He led me around among them,
On the surface of the valley;
They were very dry to condemn,
And too numerous to tally.
God asked if these bones could live,
But only the Lord God would know;
If only they become active,
Would be when life able to show.
Over these bones to prophesy,
Dry bones hear the Word of the Lord;
As they repent able to cry,
That the Lord is loved and adored.
The Lord God can say to these bones,
To cause breath to enter and live;
Hearing every bone moans and groans,
He will be able to forgive.
He will lay sinews upon them,
Causing flesh upon and covert;
The Lord no longer will condemn,
Back to human form to revert.
A sound of bones start to rattle,
As they start to come together;
Forming like ready for battle,
Organs and flesh start to gather.
The Lord God summoned the four winds,
For their breathing starting to breathe;
Making their past the Lord rescinds,
And that in God they would believe.
As I prophesied, they were filled with breath,
As they lived and stood on their feet;
No longer experiencing death,
A great army not in defeat.

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