Raise these dead bones!
Lift me from my grave!
while yet i live
i was born
dead
from the womb
believing the illusion
i had a true pulse
when i didn’t
in error i trusted
eyes that lied
for years
the conspiracy
of religion
deceived me
made a disciple
of me
Ezekiel prophesied
“Can these bones live!
this slain child
whose bones are shattered
“Oh Lord, you know”,
the winds of Your Spirit
will open the graves
dust that we are
How can we live
without Your Holy Spirit
to breathe realization?
misfit1965copyright2010
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