BREATHE (Valley of Dry Bones)

In the valley of the shadows, scattered and still Bones without life, a silence so deep But You stepped in with a purpose and a will And You called what was dead out of its sleep You spoke to the wind, You spoke to the dust And what seemed impossible moved at Your word Every hollow place trembled with trust The most hopeless ground, the most holy it heard So I stand in my valley, I know You are here Every broken and scattered piece, You see it clear You have done it before, You will do it again Come and move through this wasteland, this is not the end Breathe, breathe on us now Like You breathed on the bones in the valley profound Come alive, come alive Let Your Spirit rush in like a river and rise What was dead, what was gone, what was buried in the ground Hear the sound of an army that You lifted from the dust We will rise, we will rise Breathe on us Tendon and sinew, flesh and bone restored Skin upon skin but still they had no breath One word from Your mouth and creation was poured And every whisper of hope came back from the dead You said "Prophesy, speak to the breath and the wind" And the four winds came rushing across every plain What You promise, You finish, what You start You complete Not one bone You called forward would You leave in chains So I stand in my valley, I know You are here Every broken and scattered piece, You see it clear You have done it before, You will do it again Come and move through this wasteland, this is not the end Breathe, breathe on us now Like You breathed on the bones in the valley profound Come alive, come alive Let Your Spirit rush in like a river and rise What was dead, what was gone, what was buried in the ground Hear the sound of an army that You lifted from the dust We will rise, we will rise Breathe on us You are the God who restores You are the God who makes dry ground roar Every grave becomes holy ground at Your voice Every silence becomes a kingdom noise You are the God who restores You are the God who makes dry ground roar This valley of death could not hold what You love You breathe from below and You pour from above Lord, we are standing in the valley We have seen the scattered and the broken We have carried what felt like it could never live again But You are the God of dry bones You are the God of the four winds You are the God who speaks and creation obeys So we cry out to You now... Breathe fresh life into these dry bones That we may live a life of honor to You Breathe fresh life into these dry bones That we may live a life of honor to You You breathed and they lived You breathed and they stood You breathed and an army arose for Your glory Breathe on us, Lord Breathe on us