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Caught up in a gust of holy wind.

Carried to the dry valley of death

Covered with the brittle bones of the dead

The power of life cometh by thy breath.

Doth these bones breathe again son of man?

Speak forth My word to resurrect.

In the name of the most high, I declare newness of life.

Sinews and muscle form to wraps around the bone.

Lifeless bodies lay dormant

Absent of thy Holy Breathe.

Doth these bodies breathe again son of man?

In the name of the most high, I usher in the breathe of life. Winds of resurrection blow into the bodies below.

Arise, arise, stand before the giver of life

My children are brittle just like these bones

Dried up and absent of all hope

they lay dormant.

But I am the author and giver of life

Up from their graves they shall rise

They shall know I AM God.