by Mark Walters

Created on: January 16, 2010   Last Updated: April 28, 2012

Breathe in the new life, His army to raise

Breathe on the dry bones, rise up from the grave
Speak boldly that flesh and sinews may cover
Speak life that the lips, long dead may deliver

Words borne of God, seed a new generation
Words borne of self, cede our own desperation
This gift is a treasure more precious and true
The gift He would give to a lost world is you

Speak, the Lord of harvest is moving in you
Speak out His words, they are faithful and true
Must rocks cry out, is there no one to stand?
You are Ezekiel to this day of man

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