Oh, I know men better than anyone,
All the pleasure-seekers, users in town.
These two were different. I told them that day,
I’d help them to make my city walls fall down.
How I hated Jericho. Prostitutes
Like me, the finest men in town would hire,
But when the time for sacrifice arrived,
Our babies were the ones placed on the fire.
These Jews had a new God who moved oceans,
If the rumors we’d heard flying were truth.
I heard He saved a drowning baby once --
So I hid His two spies up on my roof.
They took the city rather easily.
And let me start my life over again.
And from my tainted womb God brought a boy
Whose blood would flow in the Messiah’s veins.
November 19, 2010
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