Dry Bones

Dry Bones

by Kimberly A. Brock {2008)

Heaven called me to be a prophet of new to the nations of old ways//
Out of my own belly will flow rivers of reviving waters to get them out of their graves.//
Making their dead bones to stand, coming forth at the comand of the Word of the Lord.
The sword in hand saturated with the blood shed by Jesus the Christ. It gives us power inside.//
Satan set the ransom for our souls.. eternal damnation with him and his fallen Angels who, kept not their first estate.
Speaking the power of the word of life to these dead dry bones they rattle in the valley that they died in.
Shaking, clanking together fuseing and forming together skeletal bodies with the ability to move, marching toward the enemys camp.
God said to prophesy to these lifeless bones. "You are called and chosen to preach my word in season and out"
"To do damage to the enemy and free the enslaved//
My people slayed spritually by the force of the enemy.
"They will not remain defeated and deseased"//
By the decree of His Majesty "breath entered their bodies and they lived again"
Sinews , flesh , skin upon their frame.
Animated and ready to proclaim the name of the Lord who sent them forth.