With her sea of knowledge,
she marshaled her long time expectation,
that had become a wall of Jericho,
on a desperate rescue mission for its manifestation,
on her knees, she held heaven hostage.
She knew her wall of Jericho could disappear, like the Isrealite's.
But having being walked round seven times,
on the high heel of confidence birthed by knowledge,
and still stands unshaken and insurmountable,
she stood still, looking betrayed by all she knew.
Having gotten to a dead end,
her enthusiasm went up in smoke,
no more wood to continue the fire,
the visit of danger seemed inevitable,
with every step, time innocently took.
As the world crumbled on her, with no help in sight,
she became broken, clueless, exhausted,
in that light, she lifted up her tired voice,
summoned her frustrated faith,
crying, wailing, sobbing, pleading helplessly,
with her eyes closed, she held on to the very thing,
that brought her to the dead end,
then sleep suddenly took her on a tour.
When he brought her back, from the tour,
out of the blue, the storm had ceased,
in the state of bewilderment, a voice walked up to her;
for surely, there is an end,
and thine expectation shall not be cut off.
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