Ahab's Jezebel
Like a spoiled child he wept
In his wicked grief he had not slept
So mother of all vile and theft
This wicked temptress went
While her child whined and moaned
His mother, Ahab's Jezebel,
would have his desire home.
Blood was spilled that night
At the Beauty's shameless word
Her prize was now in sight
but of its price no one ever heard
for Jezebel acted dead of night
When only owls are in flight
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The Lone Man
They cried upon their stone
They called upon their wood,
but stone-faced and ready wood to burn
they were
Then up stepped the lone man,
up he stepped to his stones,
but he did not cry,
not to wood or human craftman's work,
his voice to heaven lifted,
to the true Lord he called,
and fire fell, fire answered,
for the Lord God is True
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