Valley Of Dry Bones - Michael Card

Behold a valley filled with bones

Bones on every side

A valley flush, a floor so full

Of bones so very dry

The Lord did ask, Can these bones live?

Might these bones rise once more?

What else was I to say but you alone can tell O, Lord.

A legion I will rise

A resurrected army

A living holy host of a people born again

Then prophesy O son of man

Cry out to this dead hord

And when they come to life again

They’ll know I am The Lord

And when I spoke what I was told

There came a rattling sound

As bone to bone they formed a mass of bodies on the

Ground

The dead will come alive

Their graves will lie abandoned

And all who dwelleth in the dust will wake and shout for

Joy