Picture this: A vast, dry valley—scattered with the bones of saints who once burned with fire. Altars cold. Eyes dim. Prayers shallow. The wind is still, and silence hangs like a veil. Amidst this, envision dry bones holy fire rising.
But suddenly, from the east, a whisper.
From the west, a stirring.
From the north and the south, a groaning deep within the bones, where dry bones holy fire begins to stir.
The breath of God is coming.
Church of the Living God, rise to attention—this is not a suggestion, this is a summons. This is a voice crying in the wilderness of complacency. This is a prophetic trumpet shaking the walls of slumber.
“The Lord your God is in your midst, a Mighty One, a Savior [Who saves]! He will rejoice over you with joy; He will rest in His love and make no mention of past sins; He will exult over you with singing.”
—Zephaniah 3:17 (AMP)
O Bride of Christ, your Beloved walks among you. He is not silent in indifference, but silent in satisfaction—longing for your return. And when you do, He will sing over you. Do you not see? Your repentance becomes His rejoicing. Your trembling becomes His melody.
But where is the trembling?
Where is the fear of the Lord that once marked the sanctuary? Can the dry bones holy fire revive this fear?
Where are the tears that once stained the altars—not because of pain, but because of His presence?
Church, you have not been called to blend in. You were born of the Spirit, raised by the Word, and commissioned by fire. You were meant to live in holiness, not entertain sin. You were meant to walk in power, not in form without force.
So hear now the call: Return to the Living God!
This is not about style.
This is not about tradition.
This is about presence—the tangible weight of the glory of God that makes knees buckle and mouths fall silent in awe, lighting the dry bones holy fire once more.
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The Spirit of the Lord says:
“Prophesy to these bones, and say to them, ‘O dry bones, hear the word of the Lord!’”
—Ezekiel 37:4 (NASB)
O Church, your bones are not dead—they are dry. And dryness is not final. It is the sign that the wind must blow again.
So we call to the east: Blow, Breath of God!
We call to the west: Stir what has settled!
To the north and the south: Break the silence with the roar of revival!
Let the holy fire fall—not upon stone, but upon surrendered flesh. Let the altars be rebuilt, not with programs and policies, but with purity and praise. Let pastors weep again. Let prophets burn again. Let worshippers tremble again. Let the body be one again, filled with the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead.
“Return to Me,” declares the Lord of armies, “and I will return to you.”
—Malachi 3:7 (NASB)
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An Apostolic Charge:
- Apostles—rise in boldness. Lay the foundation of repentance and truth again.
- Prophets—speak not to please, but to pierce.
- Evangelists—run to the lost, but cry out to the sleeping saints.
- Pastors—shepherd with tears, not pride.
- Teachers—wash the Bride with the water of the Word, without mixture.
- Saints—this is your hour. Not to observe, but to burn.
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Let bones that once lay in the dust,
Now rise with fire anew.
Let every cry of “Holy!” ring
With power strong and true.
O Breath of God, sweep through this house,
And claim Your Church once more—
We live again, by mercy stirred,
To worship and adore.The dry bones holy fire echoes through the congregation.
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A Prayer to Plant in Faith
Lord Yeshua,
We have grown dry.
We have filled our altars with noise, but not with fire.
We repent for every form without substance, every song without surrender.
Blow upon us again, Ruach Elohim.
Ignite our pulpits, our prayer rooms, our gatherings, our homes.
Let us burn with a holiness that purifies and a love that overflows.
We return to You—not with words only, but with trembling hearts.
Breathe on us, and we will live.
In Your Name, we rise. Amen.
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