The dead will rise
That was the promise
And though it seems
Impossible
There it was in the bones
The dead must live again
Or we will all die soon.
The spirits of those long gone
Seethe moral decay
And grieve
And pour their broken hearts
Into the fires of resurrection
To save tomorrow
For the children of today
Whose souls were slaughtered
Maimed and reprogrammed
To respond to the culture of death
Or just beaten towards
Submission.
Butunbeknownst to the evil ones
Inthe hidden crevices
Inunseen places
Thereborn are growing.
For the sacrifices of the dead
Have triggered a regeneration
And the children of hope
Are singing Hosanna
As they feel their new legs
Standing tall
Their new hearts
Beating strong
Their new minds
Obedient to the Voice
That leads them through
The wilderness
Into freedom.
As I watch such a resurrection
Knowing the Hand at work here
Is guided by the prayers
Of ones lost too soon.
I marvel at the handiwork
And quietly rejoice
Thatte gift that comes
Only from giving
Is now living
Resurrecting the love
Resurrecting the joy
Bringing peace
As the preparations
Are being made
For our own tomorrows.
