The March of Jericho

A brisk morning walk
One lap, every dawn
Many men cower
At they, almighty's pawns
Six single days
Have they up and gone
A walk around Jericho
Beneath the summer's sun

Seven, seven, seven
They lift their horns on high
Yahweh yearns
For his people's fight
Shields, armor glisten
Beneath the morning light
Swords too thirsty
To stop and ask Him why

Shh, so quiet
Seven left to go
One, too, three
They've just a few, I know
Soon to make a meal
For the buzzards and the crows
Four, five, six
To bring the walls low

Seven, seven, seven
Shout the words on high
Yahweh burns
With the spirit of the fight
Walls now crumble
Beneath the morning light
Never had I thought
To stop and ask Him why



Credits
Writer(s): Echo Reece
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