Saturday, May 22, 2010
Ezekiel’s Rap
(A dramatization of Ezekiel 37: 1-14)
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom,
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
The Spirit of the Lord took Ezekiel’s hand
And led him down to a hot, dry land.
He felt despair and he felt cold dread
To find himself in the valley of the dead.
Dry bones by thousands was the thing he saw.
The terrible sight filled his mind with awe.
Nothing moved, not a sign of life…
The wind cut through like a long sharp knife.
Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.
Like a knife, like a knife, like a long sharp knife.
The Lord said to Zeke, “Can these dry bones live?”
He said, “That’s an answer only you can give.”
“Then prophesy and give my Word.
Speak of the will of the living Lord.
These loose dry bones are still as death,
But they’ll come to life from my Spirit’s breath.
Tendons will form as they start to thrive.
Muscles will grow and the skin come alive.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.”
Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.
Hear the Word, hear the Word, hear the powerful Word.
So he prophesied and the Word was spread,
The message sent to the long, long dead.
It was silent there as he looked around.
No moving thing could then be found.
The air was still, the sky was black.
Then the earth was split by a mighty crack.
The noise Zeke heard was more than fright’ning.
The Spirit of the Lord hit the bones like lightning.
Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.
Crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, crack o’ doom, doom, doom.
A rattlin’ sound came across the ground.
The hot dry bones slowly moved around.
The bones came together with a clickity clack.
Tendons formed and their muscles grew back.
Their bodies took shape but they had no breath.
They still had the look of eternal death.
Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.
Give us breath, give us breath, give us back our breath.
Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Prophesy to the breath.
Bring these dry bones back from death.”
So he prophesied and obeyed the command.
The four winds came from across the land.
From north and south and east and west,
The wind filled the lungs in every breast.
Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.
Feel the wind, feel the wind, fill the Spirit in the wind.
Then the dry bones stirred and up they arose.
Their parts connected from their heads to their toes.
Their muscles stretched and their hot blood flowed.
Their bodies had strength and their clear eyes glowed.
Row after row, what a mighty throng.
A vast array, many thousands strong.
Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.
Take a breath, take a breath, and take a long, deep breath.
Ezekiel’s hair must’ve stood on end
To see those dry bones sway and bend.
It was very hot, but he felt a bad chill.
His body trembled with fearful thrill.
Then the Lord said to Zeke, “Now it’s time to explain.
These people have died with a bitter pain.
A thousand years in this place they have lain.
The spirit of the Lord raised them up again.
These are the people of the Israel band.
I will take them back to the Israel land.”
Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.
Take us back, take us back, take us to the Promised Land.
“Their hope was gone and they didn’t know why.
They had no strength; they were hung out to dry.
But their graves will open when the dead land shakes.
And they will rise up when the dry earth quakes.
I will raise them up, on their feet they’ll stand.
And they will return to the Promised Land.
Then you will know that I am the Lord.
You’ll know I speak with a powerful Word.
So prophesy to the end of strife.
And prophesy to abundant life.”
Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.
Live again, live again, come to life, and live again.
So all you people sing and dance.
Praise the Lord in a holy trance.
Say your prayers and then cry out.
Give your thanks, then jump and shout.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
Chick-a boom, chick-a boom, chick-a boom, boom, boom.
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eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises
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