Dry Bones - Mehida

Our bones are dried

And our hope is lost;

We’re completely gone

DRY BONES, HEAR THE WORD OF THE LORD:

I WILL MAKE BREATH ENTER YOU

DRY BONES, HEAR THE WORD OF THE LORD:

YOU WILL COME TO LIFE

Come from the four winds, O breath

And breathe into these slain

That they may live