Текст песни: Ezekiel 37: The Valley of Dry Bones + перевод

Lying there dry as the clay

God of Mercy, could there be hope for these slain?

What could have brought us down to this?

What could have peeled off our flesh?

Stolen the breath from our lungs?

To make us dust for the wind?

You asked me if you could make them live

I said «Oh, Lord, You know!»

Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain!

Come from the four winds, and make an army!

Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain!

Come from the four winds, and make an army!

Jesus you said you came to bring life

But the motions came and locked us into death

What Holy grace do we need

Cause when we left our first love

We cast the skin from our bones

We breathed out our last dying breath

And never found the air again

You asked me if you could make them live

I said «Oh, Lord, You know!»

Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain

Come from the four winds, and make an army

Come from the four winds, and breathe on these slain

Come from the four winds, and make an army

I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!

Rise from the dead,

and Christ will shine on you!

I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!

Rise from the dead,

and Christ will shine on you!

I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!

Rise from the dead,

and Christ will shine on you!

I say, «Wake up, Sleeper!

Rise from the dead.

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