Do dry bones know when their dry?
For they are now void of life
Hearing is dull and scarce
Vision has gone and left.

For only when Christ wakens these
And the Holy Spirit pervades the dead leaves
Will breath return in thy lungs
And gasping for air will be heard.

Recognizing a death is humbling
If not tender with Christ as a reed
If Thy Spirit is always held off
And blasphemed with neglect and scoffed.

When weeping is lost in thy heart
When the eyes are dry and zeal not
When the brethren no longer are close
There’s no wind but only dry bones.

December 14, 2015