And the Dead Walked Again
What can I bring to
The maker of everything?
He asks for obedience
And for “burnt offerings…
At the feasts, on the new moons, and on the Sabbaths.”
He asks for the first fruits of my labors
And for “a young bull without blemish…
Also six lambs and a ram.”
He asks for sons
Then leaves me in “the middle of the valley…
Full of bones.”
But I will be patient and consider the power of His ways
For “there was a noise, and behold, a rattling; and the bones came together, bone to its bone.”
And the dead walked again.
–Mr. Holtzclaw
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