Wind in the Valley (Pentecost Sunday)
In the valley of bones, I wait in the dryness,
The dryness of bones, the dryness of wind
Blowing on bones.
In my valley of bones, my bones sit and hear
The voice in the wind, a voice like the wind
Calling to my bones.
Speak to the bones; speak to my bones,
Wind of God. Be my breath;
Breathe in these bones.
Bring new flesh, new flesh on these bones.
Let them stand; let them rise,
New life in old bones.
In this valley, my bones rise and stand
To the voice in the wind, a voice like the breath
The breath on my bones.
Then are my bones covered in flesh;
Then is my flesh animated.
Then do I rise and soar in the wind;
Then will the Spirit pour through me,
Pour through my bones, give life to my bones,
Give life to old bones in this valley.
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