In the barren wastelands where shadows reign,
Where echoes of silence lament the pain,
A vision unfolds under dim moonlight
As bones of the fallen rise to new heights.
From dust and decay, they stir in the night,
Assembling in ranks, a spectral sight.
Limbs once scattered, now bone to bone.
In cadaverous dance, they reclaim their own.
Flesh forms like clay in a sculptor’s hand,
Sinew and muscle knit by command.
Skin stretches taut over spectral frames
As life’s whispered breath rekindles the flame.
Divine wind breathes, a whispered decree,
Awakening slumbering souls to be free.
Eyes once hollow now gleam with new life;
Vanquish void’s gloom, dispelling all strife.
An undead army, so varied and vast,
Upon empty earth, they stand steadfast.
Resurrected from dust, reclaimed by grace,
They stand with their swords in holy embrace.
In the Valley of Dry Bones, hope is reborn.
From the bondage of sin, our souls have been torn.
From death’s embrace, life’s triumph is known.
In the dance of our bones, God’s power is shown.
New EP Though He Slay Me, Yet Will I Trust in Him now available for pre-order: https://jvbsoundoff.bandcamp.com/album/though-he-slay-me-yet-will-i-trust-in-him
Joseph VanBuren 