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Dry Bones

(Inspired by Ezekiel 37:1-14)

Dry bones, dry bones–
Lord, take dry bones
And bring them back to life.

Stale prayers, stale prayers —
Infuse them, Lord
With Holy Spirit life.

Big fears, small fears;
Take all these, Lord;
Bring peace from inner strife.

These graves, these graves —
Lord, take dead souls
And raise them back to life.

Believe in the Seed

Believe in the seed
Though all seems stark and bare,
Though evil seems to take control,
His love will crush despair.

Believe in realms as yet unseen,
Where life is growing, yet unbirthed,
Is reaching toward the light to be,
A seedling breaking through the earth.

Believe, though all around confess
Their doubts and fears, their many tears.
Believe, though barren earth is dry —
Refreshing rains will drought deny.

Believe in the Son,
Though hidden just for now,
He, like the sun, will soon return,
And make all well somehow.

I Dreamed That It Was Raining

[Written during the California drought of 2014 and during the Ferguson, Missouri, riots.]

I dreamed that it was raining
And streets were wet again.
The cars went by
And gave a sigh
As water splashed on them.

I dreamed that it was raining
And children laughed aloud.
With gleeful hoots
Their muddy boots
Through puddles gaily plowed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And clouds burst forth in flood.
Their waters calmed
The violence strong
And peace could now be found.

I dreamed that it was raining
And living water sped
From streamlets high
To rivers dry —
The thirsty land was fed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And black made friends with white.
The past was healed,
Their friendship sealed,
With harmony in sight.

I dreamed that it was raining
Upon the wasted land.
The thirsty earth
Could now give birth
To many seedlings grand.

I dreamed that it was raining
And cleansing tears were shed
O’er mem’ries deep,
I now could sleep,
Could rest upon my bed.

I dreamed that it was raining
And God forgave my sins.
He calmed my fears
And dried my tears,
And I could live again.

September 11

On crisp, clear day
The planes would come,
Their engines pregnant
With fiery death.

With hatred fueled,
With vengeance filled,
Men hardened to
A self-made death.

The planes collided
With steel and glass;
The carnage coming
No one could guess.

Our hearts were torn,
Our minds grew numb.
The horror made
Our tongues grow dumb.

Yet in it all
Our God was there.
His mercy great
None can compare.

No one can answer
All these tears.
Only our God
Can calm our fears.

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