Wednesday, March 18, 2009

"Eziekiel's Field"

Breathe
Breathe on me
Dry bones walking
Dry bones sitting
My scattered heart
Across Ezekiel's field.


Breathe
Breathe on me
Dry bones searching
Dry bones waiting
Gather my pieces
From Ezekiel's field.


Breathe
Breathe on me
Dry bones mending
Dry bones forming
Make me whole again
On Ezekiel's field

Breathe, Breathe
Breathe on me, Lord.


March 18, 2009


(I imagined this as a lament, sung quietly with a guitar. The “Breathe, breathe on me” parts could be repeated and varied.)
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