A Warrior’s Man (A.G.A.M.)
Arrested at midnight, with torches and chains
he could’ve called down legions, but refrained
He could have escaped as the favored son,
but he prayed his own prayer, “Thine be done.”
A warrior’s man, he’s worthy to follow
looked that cup in the face and then swallowed
Getting Stoned
The Son of God sits at the throne
His mighty work done and completed
For his first martyr’s courage and blood
He stands up and applauds, no longer seated
Face like an angel! He sees the standing one
“Father, forgive them”—just like his son
Peg in the Temple
Sisera lays down
Jael looks around
Hammer to tent peg to head
Just like that, Sisera is dead
To the Hilt
No one saw it coming, the Benjamite southpaw,
He’s stabbed down quickly, his face filled with awe.
The knife goes in, and in and in
Slaying Naked
Phinehas rose up as a righteous dude,
what he did next is considered rude.
He creeped into the tent without any fear
and put an end to them both with the thrust of his spear!
A zealous shaft of justice pierced them through,
slaying naked the couple who had no clue!
Playing Volleyball with Sheba’s Head
Behold! We’ve come to do our bidding.
Of you on this earth we are ridding
This place you call home is condemned to the dead,
They finished the game...
By playing volleyball with Sheba’s head!
Eaten by Dogs (Jezebel’s Final Feast)
Dogs dine on her flesh, dogs dine on her bones!
Her debt collected, no one heard her moans!
No gravestone, no service, no crown on her head
The hounds of Jezreel are tearing the dead!
The family of Ahab stripped from the throne
As the teeth of the dogs crush flesh and bone!
The Dirty Dozen
Rape! Rape! She has a name!
Rape! Rape! No one cares for her pain
Abandoned honor, sent out with a shove
The ravens devour, killing the dove
Take a hand, or leg, a portion for your tribe
Benjamin must pay! Take this lie of a bribe
Kinsman Avenger
Blood for blood, the right of the kinsman
Tooth for tooth, beware the kinsman
Kill for the family, revenge the bloodline
Life will be spilled and flow like wine
The Heads of Samaria
Seventy heads of the princes of old!
Severed and silenced, the prophecy told!
Packed into baskets and sent through the night!
Piled high by the city gate, ghastly and white!
Two heaps in the morning, a terrible sign!
The vengeance of God on the blood of the line!