She sneaked into her room so quietly
Settled into the life she lived so privately.
Prostitution, what a life
Old enough to be a wife.
The sick and the healthy
The weak and the wealthy
The wretched and the rich
Some even called her a witch
Then that morning…
The knock was faint, so tender
Ten Jewish men? No, they must not enter.
What do they want from a mere harlot?
Our fathers did tell us about you
And the mighty works of your Mighty God
About Moses, the Red Sea and all
Our hearts did fail us.
Another knock, so loud, so shocking
Jericho Forces? No, they must not enter.
What do they want from a lowly outcast?
She hid the Jewish spies
And told her many lies
But she accepted the God of Israel
Gave up and risked her life for Him.
God took note in heaven
Fast-forward:
Jesus Christ is from the lineage of that
prostitute. Her name is prominent in the
Hebrews’ hall of faith. Why?
Because “Blessed is he whose transgression
is forgiven, whose sin is covered” (Psalm
32:1).

Wow, good poem. Be bless