by Dennis Williams

Restore the hopes I used to know 
bring me back to life 
like the dry bones in the valley 
breathe life where there is none.
Dry bones come to life.

Let bystanders marvel at the mystery
soldiers gathering in their thousand 
answering the call to duty
ready to fight the battle.
Dry bones come to life.

Let my enemy run and seek 
cover where there is none,
dry bones come to life.

Flesh and blood returning, and a 
warm body, have I.

Let these dry bones come to life.

Let the promises be fulfilled 
dry bones come to life.
Let hope spring eternal, like a mighty stream,
promises fulfill, God’s words come to pass, and dry bones come to life.

Let the mysteries of God perplex the doubters when flesh and blood descend upon
these dry bones, dry bones come to life.

Let all obstacles be conquered, and mountain be laid lay waste, mountains become plain,
let the skeptics be in awe as the dry bones come to life.

Create an indomitable army in the valley, let the enemy be amazed, and let them marvel at the power of God as he brings dry bones back to life. 

Dennis Williams is an emerging poet-writer from Sandy Hill, St. Catherine, Jamaica. His inaugural piece entitled They Burn the City was published in Agape Review and his subsequent piece The Lilies was published in American Diversity Report (ADR) the award-winning, multi-media platform.