A battalion of dry bones
A valley of failed hope
In darkness no light shone
The scavengers long eloped.
The Spirit of God as a wind
To the valley Ezekiel bring
Can these dry bones live again?
Only God the answer can say.
Then the dry bones the Word did hear
A prophecy not mere
A rattling sound now shook the ground
And each bone to its unit bound.
Bones into skeletons transformed
Sinews and muscles formed
Then clothes of skin
See, the Lord has done a new thing!
Breath from the four winds
The dead bodies did fill
Awakened them, each to its feet
The army of God now complete.
O you heap of dry bones!
Spirit dead, an exiled grave
‘Tis time to rise from Hades
Since for you the Father his Son gave.