Scythe
Ξ July 1st, 2007 | → | ∇ Healing The Hurt |
Scythe
Drink up, dry bones.
Soak up the water of life
Let the words cut through marrow
Drink up, dry bones.
Rise up, dry bones.
Be ministered to by prayers from prophets
Climb out of the pit you’ve dug for yourself
Rise up, dry bones.
Let love restore, dry bones.
Slowly you’ve found yourself disintegrated
Dead, worthless, without breath of life
Let love restore, dry bones.
Know your worth, dry bones
God did not create a worthless thing
Even bones can hear and see, so praise God for restitution.
Know your worth, dry bones.
Katelyn Burch
Healing The Hurt
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