Lone survivor of Jericho

The untold story of a survivor

The Lone Survivor of Jericho

Like the thunder of rushing horses
Came seven hundred voices in chorus.
Resounding praise and clapping of hand
A tribe of vultures circling the land

Seven days I heard them exclaim
Victory, victory, in God's mighty name
Stones began to tremble and shake
I cried out for death, my soul to take.

Crumbling, falling, the walls could not endure
The faith of the tribes marching to God's promise, sure.
I cried out to their God, "Please, can you spare?"
I heard no answer, and expected none there.

Death visited right, and left, closing in -- I was terrified
I waited for my turn, but when the walls fell, I survived.
And when the dust settled, of course, I was found.
I was expecting the worst, yet saw joy all around.

Through the thunder of rushing horses
A small voice was joined in chorus
By angels who carried the word
My prayer on high was heard

--K.Ray