Dry Bones Breathe

There is a home inside of me
A quiet place where mercy lives
God calls me there and shares
Tender moments and serenity

I am wonderfully made
Wonderfully maintained
Wonderfully fashioned out of clay
God breathed and God claimed

The Son of God in my heart
Is mercy turned to grace
Mercy who took my place
Mercy who can erase my past

There is a home inside of me
God built for the Spirit to reside
To rise up in me and prophesy
Four winds blow dry bones breathe

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