EZEKIEL'S BONES BEAT THE FUTURE

[INTRO]

They say the future is machine.
Ezekiel says the future is resurrection.

Bones heard the Word.
The Spirit came.
That is the future.

[VERSE 1]

Valley full of bones, dry and white,
death laid out in the prophet’s sight.
“Can these bones live?” God asked clear,
Ezekiel answered with holy fear.

Now the age says, “Upload mind,
leave the body, beat mankind.
Metal future, synthetic breath,
escape the weakness, hack your death.”

But the catacombs answer from underground,
skulls in silence with a preaching sound.
Every empire, every plan,
ends in bones beneath the land.

Tech says, “I am the next dawn rising,”
but death still stands behind the pricing.
No chip can cleanse, no code can save,
no circuit opens a sealed grave.

[HOOK]

Dry bones rise by the Spirit of God,
not by silicon, steel or rod.
Jesus is Life, Jesus is breath,
Jesus has keys over hell and death.

Tree of Knowledge promised eyes,
but the fruit led down where the body dies.
Tree of Life stands in the Son,
resurrection has begun.

[VERSE 2]

Ezekiel saw the idols inside,
temple rooms where the elders hide.
Painted walls and secret sin,
God saw all that was carved within.

Now secret rooms are in the feed,
private lust and public greed.
Hidden clips, hidden shame,
hidden altars with a brand-new name.

But Christ goes deep where the memories sleep,
cleans the wells where the wounds run deep.
He does not upgrade the sinful heart,
He makes it new from the inward part.

So prophesy to the bones again,
Spirit breathe into daughters and men.
Not transhuman, not machine,
new creation, washed and clean.

[OUTRO]

The real future is not metal skin.
The real future is Christ within.
Bones stand up.
The King has won.