God's own people lay dry and barren
Flesh has worn away
Only dry bones remain
But you Son of Man prophesy and speak words of regeneration to this once powerful kingdom
Speak life and growth into this valley of the dead
See I am the Lord of the living and the dead
Of father and son
Of mother and daughter
Speak to the wind and command breath to enter these dusty worn out bones
And low I saw the four winds gather and blow across the ground into the valley of death
The dead became living beings once more
A vast army fit for battle and warfare
Let the training commence
Let sword and shield and buckler be fashioned
Let each man carry his own
Let each man serve
Surely I shall bless and not curse
Look upon the clouds and see the heavenly host in their vast array
Horses and chariots and riders
Be amazed at their appearence
For they gleam like lightening
Swift to respond and deadly to the enemies of God
They are waiting for the trumpet to sound the battle cry
The time is coming
Soon they will make their move
A host of angels ready for war
Do not be dismayed for the Lord of heavens armies is alive
All his host ready for war
Come let the the battle cry be heard across the land
Let those with ears to hear and eyes to see understand and know
Be ready I shall come as swift as a gazelle at full sprint
You will not know the day or the hour
I am patient, waiting for the word from my Lord the King of heaven
Be ready for war against the enemies of God
Amen
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