Echoes of His Passion
Are ringing in My bones
A resounding hymn
From deep within
The power to raise the dead
Is reserved for those in Him
But the graves are still full
Of dust and dry bones
To which of these graveyards
Shall We breathe in new life?
To which of the walking dead
Shall We alight His Fire?
A Prophet Scorned 
Have faith in me, believe in me, though you are so very far away, be with me in spirit, for as I live and breathe by His hand alone, I can and will raise the dead, soon you will see, for all the nonsense will come to an end. Amen.