Everybody Is Broken

Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody breaks But the bones will rise again God grabbed me God's Spirit took me up and set me down in the middle of an open plain strewn with bones He led me around and among them—dry bones, bleached by the sun He said to me, "Son of man, can these bones live?" And I said, "can't You see?" Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody breaks But the bones will walk again God, the Master, told the dry bones, "Watch this: I'm bringing the breath of life to you and you'll come to life as I prophesied." There was a sound and, oh, a rustling The bones moved and came together, bone to bone I kept watching the muscles, and sinews formed, then skin stretched over them But they had no breath, they still had no breath 'Cause everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody breaks But the bones will speak again 'Cause everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody is broken, everybody is broken Everybody breaks But the bones will live again You put the pieces back together, together You're raising up an army We're an army of bones With the breath of God within us We will dance, we will dance together He said to me, "Prophesy to the breath. Prophesy, son of man Tell the breath, 'God, the Master, says, Come from the four winds Come, breathe. Breathe on these slain bodies. Breathe life!'" So I prophesied, just as He commanded me The breath entered them and they came alive They stood upon their feet, a huge army They stood upon their feet a huge army