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The Trumpets of Jericho

Under his mighty authority, he sent forth a pair of spies

Hidden by a harlot they now became Joshua’s eyes.

Saving her and all that she has for what she hath done

Later when they come to burn down the city

Her and her family will be spared, there the only one.

Assembling a band of seven priest’s in those strange lands

He’s ordering them to encompass and circle the city

While carrying the Ark of Covenant in their holy hands.

Preparations now begin for a symphony of destruction

it is for all the other inhabitants, due to all the corruption.

Commanded until the appointed time to remain in silence

After that, scream and shout loud with ragging violence.

Marching with the trumpets at their side and on their hips

It’s the seventh day, and now, they must make seven trips.

The walls then came crumbling down,

After they blew through those ram horns with their lips.

Taking there treasures, the spoils of  war...

They took it for the Lord's treasury,

That is who they took it for.

 

AMEN

(SirCARSr. 11-25-13)

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