The tree u sat under, is now so dry
That hurt u a lot and made u cry
Is that dry tree of so great a value?
To thoroughly shake down the emotions of you?
Of how much more value then, is a dry bone?
Not bothered.. for your heart is of stone?
If their million dry bones give u no pain
‘My Lord, My Lord’, your 1000 prayers in vain
I sowed, yes I did, the hypocrites shout
One sowed, another watered, God grew.. no doubt
‘SoulBurden’ did God call that a Gift?
Isn’t that his order, away don’t v shift
Renewing the dry bones, call that an art
Each of u can, yes, win the father’s heart…
When I say father, u know It’s the God
Do not move farther, ‘come near’says our Lord
Cuz the Harvest is plenty, workers are few
Let’s find the dry bones and make them anew
When the word knocked hard, we gave it a damn!
Let’s win for the Lord, say send me ‘Here I Am’