Double Feature: Ahab's Jezebel/The Lone Man

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