The Lord showed me a valley of dry bones, drier than a desert’s sun-baked stones.
And wondered if the lost could be brought back to life again.
Then the Lord asked me if them bones can live, and I thought of His power to forgive.
But the case looked hopeless from a human point of view.
But I said, O Lord, you’re a-knowin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead will rise, a mighty army for thee.
Then He told me to tell them bones so dry, to hear His word, that He will not lie,
That they’ll live again when He puts his Spirit in them.
So I did everything as I was told, and declared His word, then waited to behold
The power of the Lord to restore all those who were lost.
Then I heard a noise and saw a shakin’, Babylon was a-quakin’
The dead were stirrin’, and hell froze over in fright.
Then bone came together with his bone, no longer would they be cut off alone.
A movement had begun and death was fleein’ away.
Well, then came sinew, flesh and skin, but there still wasn’t any breath in them.
So, I said to the Spirit, Come and breathe upon these slain.
O Lord, you are a-knowin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead will rise, a mighty army for thee.
I was wonderin’ who them people could be, who from their graves would soon be free.
They say, Our bones are dried, hope is lost: we’re cut off from our parts.
Well, I know that the dead don’t speak, or even know that they are weak.
So I wondered who they were, and how and why they were slain.
He said they’re the whole house of Israel, and as you can see, they’re not doin’ so well.
They’ve been sold for nothin’, but’ll be redeemed without price.
They weren’t slain in battle with the sword, but are dead because they didn’t follow My word,
They tried to work out their salvation in their own ways.
O Lord, you are a-showin’ What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead are risin’, a mighty army for thee.
Well, if the whole house is needin’ to be set free, then that must also include me.
So I better quit thinkin’ I’m rich and increased with goods and in need of nothin’.
I better buy me some gold tried in the fire, and some white raiment for my attire,
And apply some eye salve so I can see where I am goin’.
I know whom the Lord loves He rebukes and chastens, so that our repentance He may hasten,
That we may overcome and sit with Him on His throne.
He said, Behold I stand at the door and knock; the door to your hearts please unlock.
And I will come in and sup with you, and you with Me.
But know that I’m bringin’ the food and drink, you won’t need your own bread, as you may think,
I’ve prepared a feast that all souls may delight in.
Thank you Lord, for a-showin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead are risin’, a mighty army for thee.
I know that this thing here may be quite long, and may not even seem like much of a song,
But it’s written My people perish ’cause of lack of knowledge.
They been feedin’ so long on husks so dry, it’s no wonder that they all did die,
But the reformation’s been movin’ along right on time.
As trials and tribulations do rise, my people will turn from all of men’s lies,
And safely enter the only shelter from the storm.
When I deliver you from every outward foe, then you will say that you truly know
That I am the Lord who gives you life day by day.
Thank you Lord, for showin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead are risin’, a mighty army for thee.
When the Spirit breathes, they’ll stand on their feet, prepared for any foe to meet.
They’ll go forth into all the world, conquering and to conquer.
They’ll be the Lord’s goodly horse in the day of battle, but the war’s not one wherein sabers rattle;
But with tambourines and harps the Lord’s arm will win the day.
Then the kingdom all the saints have been praying for, the one that will last for evermore,
Will sprout in the wilderness and grow to fill the whole earth.
Then the glory of Eden, the world will see, then they’ll decide where they wanna be,
Then Christ will come and take us to heaven , then later bring us back again.
Thank you Lord, for a-showin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead are risin’, a mighty army for thee.
Thank you Lord, for a-showin’, What happens when your wind is a-blowin’.
The dead are risin’, a mighty army for thee.
