I live in a valley of exceedingly dry bones,
Churches filled with the echo of death moans,
Hearts dry, barren and parched like a desert,
Where few live holy like they're true converts,
Death - death - pervades - the stench is all around,
Revival sought in prayer but nowhere is it found,
Lord of the valley - bone to bone lie still in death,
You can bring revived life through your God breath,
We need you to usher in another day of true revival,
A Holy Ghost inspired pathway for genuine survival,
Is there a way you can use me to labor bringing healing,
To rescue a nation astray and lost souls the Devil's stealing,
I know there is a remnant - I do not stand and serve alone,
Others pray and labor in the middle of this valley of dry bones.
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