With wide staring eyes she gazed out of her window
a gripping raw fear pressing down on her heart.
Dark enemies threatened her very existence,
her clansmen, her city would be torn apart.
The Hebrews were coming, a thunderous vortex,
swept onward, inside them, subduing the land.
New rumors were clear, there would be no survivors,
strong Jericho walls would be beaten to sand.
She saw disguised men were adjusting their garments,
surmising them spies creeping in unaware,
she quickly concealed them among the dry flaxen,
assuring the soldiers no spies were still there.
She asked for a promise, a faithful true token,
that she and her kinsmen would be kept alive.
They told her to gather them into her dwelling,
for all who were with her would surely survive.
With wide staring eyes she gazed out of her window,
a long line of marchers surrounded the wall.
The silence was eerie, for six days the Hebrews
had uttered no voices, no murmurs at all.
At last, with a shout and the priests' blaring trumpets,
the seventh day hailed with an ominous sight.
Old, thick walls descended into their foundations,
the Hebrews charged forward advancing the fight.
In faith, Rahab trusted the Lord and his promise;
she humbly obeyed Him through doubt's fearful sting.
Her new life awaited, placed her in great honor,
she birthed a forefather to David the King.
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