Poetry

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Shall These Bones Live?

Yes, these bones shall live
Because my Saviour lives;
Seated at the Father’s right hand;
There He commands and it stands.
He intercedes and interposes;
Countermanding all who oppose.

Regardless of how deep the valley,
I trust the love of the Lilly of the Valley.
No matter how high the mountain,
There is power in the Holy Fountain.

The precious promises shall be cashed;
And every foe in the way shall be smashed.
With the currency and cheque of faith I buy
The unseen reality that is stored on high.

I know Who has given His powerful word.
Who shall annul or steal the word I have heard?
I know the One who speaks and it is done,
Who went to great lengths to give His Son.
I know who sends His word to deliver goods;
Faithful and true, in all His ways He is good.

Yeah, I see the bones, dismembered, dry, dead,
Yet I see the resurrection power ahead.
I see in the rubble, ruin and hopelessness,
Help, hope, glory and great goodness.
The Most High is well able to turn the tables
Because He is pre-eminent and indomitable.


(Ezek.37:1-10)



©Fenny West

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