Ezekiel's Song

God still breaths on dead men's bones
dead dreams still are raised
they put on flesh like evening coats
and dance upon their graves
He puts His life into them
and by His breath they're healed
by His breath dead dreams live
and by His breath they're sealed

son of man, prophesy
to those dried up dreams
they may be dry, they may be dead
but it's never as it seems

God still breaths on dead men's bones
dead dreams still have life
when dreams have grown hard as a stone
God's breath is like a knife
which cuts the stone in two again
and lays the halves apart
the stony rind falls away
there dreams a beating heart

son of man, prophesy
to those dried up bones
they may be dry they may be dead
but hope is never gone

blow, o blow breath of God
blow upon these dream filled stones
blow, o blow breath of God
make these dreams dancing bones