Rise Up

Take my Sword

Prophetic Poet

Lion of Judah

Sword of Christ

Resonate

Restore

Rejuvenate

Rise Up

Reunite

Take these dry bones and breath life into them

The wind will roar with the Holy Spirit of God and lift the dry bones up

Of those that have been lying sallow and dead in the desert

Bones of spiritual and physical anguish

Zombies of society

Washed up like beached whales

Dead to the life around them

Broken and discarded

Hopeless and depressed

Looking to the world to fulfill them

Take hold

Holy Spirit breath the breathe of your life and spirit into them

Speak so they may hear

Show so they may see

Touch so they may feel

Biblical ancient wisdom of truth

The soul and beauty of life lies within the Spirit

Flesh of my bones

Can be a curse

A disease of carnal yearning

Swallowing me up into fits of emotional chaos

Take my sword and fight for life

Fight for the Fire of the Holy Spirit

Fight the disease of dry bones

Fight the death of the Spirit

Fight the darkness that rules the world

Fight for the Light

That lies in the Spirit realm of Christ

That can be seen with the eyes of those who believe

That die to themselves

That seek truth and life in the mystery of Christ

This drawing was done by my daughter, Annika at 6 years of age. The family of Lions. We will be roaring and claiming our space in God’s kingdom.