Ezequiel 37
Ministério Sarando a Terra Ferida
Ezekiel 37
The circumstances say: No
Reality says: Feet on the ground
Day to day says: It's impossible
That my dreams become possible
In the middle of the desert, I know you are close by
Reach out your hand towards me, in my favor
My eyes only see bones, but You only see armies
So, I will obey, I will prophesy
Rise up, dry bones
Breathe again
Breathe again
Arise, oh Israel
Holy people, chosen race, breathe again
Breathe again
Revive your altar
In the middle of the desert, I know you are close by
Reach out your hand towards me, in my favor
My eyes only see bones, but You only see armies
So, I will obey, I will prophesy
Rise up, dry bones
Breathe again
Breathe again
Arise, oh Israel
Holy people, chosen race, breathe again
Breathe again
Revive your altar
Wind of the spirit, blow to the four corners
Revive me
Revive me
Restore me
Wind of the spirit, blow to the four corners
Revive me
Revive me
Restore me
Rise up, dry bones
Breathe again
Breathe again
Arise, oh Israel
Holy people, chosen race, breathe again
Breathe again
Revive your altar
Rise up, dry bones
Breathe again
Breathe again
Arise, oh Israel
Holy people, chosen race, breathe again
Breathe again
Revive your altar
