Here I Am in the Valley of Bones

For those of us who serve with love in hard, hidden places.

Who bring life where others turn away.

Who’ve thought of leaving— but stay.

I burn to dwell in the cleft of the mountains—

To press my soul into the Rock where Yahweh’s glory passes by,

To feel the thunder of heaven in my bones,

To be wrapped in the nearness of my God.

I ache to live where the air is thick with holiness,

Where every breath is prayer,

Where sunlight drips with the oil of the Ruach ha’Kodesh (Holy Spirit),

And the wind sings the Name of the Living God—Yahweh.

I hunger for that place—

Where soul and sky are one,

Where the veil is torn,

Where I am wholly known, wholly loved, wholly free in Yeshua,

my Redeemer, my King.

But not yet…Not yet.

I thirst to live where the river runs wild and full—

Where it sings with power,

Where it rushes with mercy,

Where it carries me straight to the heart of Yahweh.

I burn to dwell in that promised place,

The home Yeshua has prepared—Where glory is not a flicker but a flood,

Where every breath I take is drenched in Your radiance,

And the air itself whispers, “You are Mine.”

I see it in dreams.

I feel it in the marrow of my soul.

It calls to me like deep calls to deep.

But not yet…Not yet.

And here I am—Kneeling in this valley of dry bones, heart wide open,

Calling breath into what the world has forgotten.

I stand not in my own strength,

But in the fierce love that burns for what is Yours,O Yahweh.

Here I am, my God and my King—Breathing life where death once ruled,

Whispering Your Spirit into dust and silence,

Holding sacred what belongs to You, Yeshua.

This wilderness is cracked and aching,

So parched for the rain of Your presence,

So desperate for the kiss of Your mercy.

But I will not run.I will not hide.

Here I am—Still standing, still loving,

Still fighting for what is holy,

Still crying out for Your glory to fall.

Here I am… for You, Yahweh.Always—for You.

I ache to live where it is always springtime—

Where the earth is forever awakening,

Where every blossom is a hymn,

And the air breathes with the fragrance of Your mercy.

So near to heaven…So unspeakably close to You, my God,

Closer than breath, closer than heartbeat.

I long to rise with the morning wrapped in Your light,

Where my soul is singing before my lips can speak,

While the trees dance in holy reverence,

Their leaves clapping in time with the joy of life eternal.

You commanded me into being, Yahweh, to live in Your loving gaze.

Reserved for Your purpose,

Saved by the sacred blood of Yeshua,

I was made for that place—That endless garden of praise,

That eternal spring that flows from Your throne.

But not yet…Not yet.

And still, here I am—In this valley of dry bones, I stand,

Not by strength,

But by obedience to the call of Yahweh upon my soul.

I breathe life because You commanded it.

I whisper Spirit because You are holy.

I remain here not for comfort,

Not for gain, not for fame—

But because You, Yeshua, have asked me to serve,

Even in this wilderness.

This land is barren…The soil cracked with sorrow…

In the dark shadow of night,

I grow thirsty—Not for ease,

But for a fellow traveler who bears the weight with me,

For Your Word, and the joy of sharing it,

For Your will alone—

A sweet solace of presence, O God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob,

My soul pleads that your will be … You and me alone.

So here I am—Your servant,

Your flame,

Your hands in the dust.

Let me speak what Yahweh speaks.

Let me love what Yeshua loves.

Let me carry light until You say, "It is enough."

Yes, here I am.Until You call me home…Here I am.