God brought me a vision with dry bones on the ground;
This valley was barren and as I looked around
The dusty bones began to quiver and shake with anticipation;
A rattling sound, representative of their destination.
An army under One King, armed and ready for war,
A battle in the last says which will not be short of gore.
So I prophesy of these bones and joints and tendons form;
I speak your power and their flesh becomes warm.
But God, only Your breath can make them truly alive.
So Holy Breath of God I prophesy: In these corpses, you will abide.
Break open old greaves and raise up Your elite,
Armed with the Word, and Gospel-readiness on their feet.
But even among these I sense the enemy sowing fear.
Gift us with wisdom, and discernment to hear
The subtle difference of Your Truth and his deception
So that we don’t fall victim to the cunning art of inception.
High King of Heaven, I pray over this coming day
That You would purify us, so we can walk strong in Your way.
And as we join with the angels singing “Holy, holy, holy!”
God will release the floodgates of blessing and mercy.
“Whom shall I send to save this dying generation?
Who will go for us to bring forth restoration?”
And I cry: “Here am I! Send me!”
I’m battle-armed and ready, and dying to see
My people to come to know you;
It’s my heart’s cry and all I can do
Is seek Your face now and forevermore.
As I prepare for battle, a violent spiritual war.
And when the bottom drops out, I want you to be all need;
Because you’ll be all I have, I’ve no room for greed.
When my pen runs dry and I’m out of words to sing,
When I’m all washed up, all I’ve left to bring;
It’s more than a song to sing with my voice,
It’s my soul, my living sacrifice, my choice.
To give up control on my life, it’s yours to use,
However you will, and however you choose.
Composed on April 29, 2011.