Do you have days of quiet weariness, deep and desperate?
Days of rattling and dry bones.
Days when the breath is spare, time, measured in moments.
These are valley days, Ezekiel days.
In faith, mind flees to ancient verse.
The hand of the LORD was upon me, and he brought me out in the Spirit of the LORD and set me down in the middle of the valley; it was full of bones. And he led me around among them, and behold, there were very many on the surface of the valley, and behold, they were very dry. And he said to me, “Son of man, can these bones live?” And I answered, “O Lord GOD, you know.” Then he said to me, “Prophesy over these bones and say to them, O dry bones, hear the word of the LORD. Thus says the Lord GOD to these bones: Behold, I will cause breath to enter you, and you shall live. And I will lay sinews upon you and will cause flesh to come upon you, and cover you with skin, and put breath in you, and you shall live, and you shall know that I am the LORD. Ezekiel 37: 1- 4.
With longing we cry out: –
Breathe on me Spirit of the Living God, breathe on me.
Cause me to live life to the full.
Whether in the valley or mountain-top,
glory or despair;
let me lift my eyes to you.
Do not let the days pass by in the dryness of spirit, no breath of hope anywhere.
Let the wind of your Spirit blow cool on my skin.
Breathe on me Spirit of God, breathe life into these dry bones.
Let me drink deep the sweetness of your love.
Let hope vibrate, pulsate, let my feet leap.
Let every strand of DNA declare:-
Though the fig tree should not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines,the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food,the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the LORD; I will take joy in the God of my salvation. GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like the deer; He makes me tread on my high places. Habakkuk 3: 17 -19.
And when it seems impossible to praise, let me know You hold me tenderly close to Your heart.
Though there is darkness,
we will not swallow hopelessness whole.
We will sing and dance.
We will weep too, know profound sorrow,
but we will hold hope before us.
These dry bones will rise again.