Treasure Island

Justin Reamer

(2 October 1993 / Holland, Michigan)


Oh, Deborah,
The wise prophet,
The Judge of Israel,
The Servant of the Lord,
How great you were in answering God's call,
And serving the Lord as
He wanted you to.

You knew the oppression of your people,
Done by Jabin, the king of Canaan,
And all he did to the Canaanites,
And you knew the cruelty of Sisera,
His commander who
Dwelt in Harosheth Hagoiim,
And you answered the Lord's call.

You helped Barak, an Israelite,
Defeat Sisera's army,
And you knew of Jael,
Heber's wife,
Killed Sisera in his sleep.

You did as the Lord asked you,
And you ruled for years to come,
And you kept the peace,
Until death came upon you,
And for your bravery and glory,
May God bless your soul.

Submitted: Tuesday, November 27, 2012

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