Sing to My Bones

In my wilderness a voice cries out
It’s preparing my way even now
It sweeps out leaven and casts out doubt
Sets my face like a flint as I vow

To examine my heart and enact
All these lessons I’ve learned from the start
I am bound in a covenant pact
To the one who is searching my heart

He will sing to my bones and they will dance
I encounter the joy that only Christ grants
Fill that God-shaped space you carved out in me
Hallow this hollow heart and set me free.

In the aching marrow of my soul
Mystic music ascends from the deep
It resounds in the uttermost flickering coal
As the melody rises the embers now leap

And a harmony holy and happy and true
Sourced by life’s righteous fountain above
Flows forth and dry bones are born anew
And prove the wonders of your love.

There are songs that the Spirit writes
Writ on tablet of hearts that are contrite
They emerge from the marrow and sing to my bones
Profound praises where Christ is enthroned

Deep is now crying unto deep
For the glory the Spirit now groans
Inexpressible prayers take root in the weak
And break forth as You sing to my bones.

As You sing to my bones then they will dance
I encounter the joy that only Christ grants
Fill that God-shaped space you carved out in me
Hallow my hollow heart and set me free.

Anthony Foster
December 3, 2010