Delayed healing

Jericho looms athwart my rocky track:Its brooding towers forbid the fertile land,And I must bootless compass its stark wallsFor faithful days without a sign of crackTo show obedience is strength. They standDefiant of my croaking ram's horn calls.

What change can silent trudging bring aboutUnseen in fort or me? Yet His commandPrepares—beyond the strength of battering mauls—The instant when, at Spirit's Sabbath shout,The city falls.

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