Dust whispers tales of ages gone,
Jericho's walls, a silent dawn.
Shovels in the sand, a story to unfold,
Walls fallen outward, as the scriptures told.
Jars of grain, a fiery, sudden end,
No siege, no surrender, just divine descend.
Skeptics scoffed, theories took their flight,
But truth emerged from shadows into light.
Tall el-Hammam, a city turned to ash,
Melted clay, a cosmic, violent crash.
Sodom and Gomorrah, a legend in the past,
Now etched in stone, a judgment meant to last.
The Lord rained fire, a furious decree,
Archaeology's echo, for all the world to see.
Digging in the dirt, unveiling ancient lore,
The Bible's truth, forevermore.
Silent witness, in the dust and stone,
Whispers of the past, divinely shown.
Shattered walls and scrolls from caves so deep,
The Word of God, the promises to keep.
Silent witness, to the ancient days,
Confirming truth in countless, wondrous ways.
Through the ages, the echoes still resound,
On hallowed ground, where faith is found.
Hittites, a myth, a fable, scholars claimed,
A people forgotten, lost to fading fame.
But Hattusa rose, from Turkish soil so deep,
Ten thousand tablets, secrets they did keep.
Laws and kings, wars of old revealed,
An empire's breath, where silence once concealed.
Dead Sea Scrolls, in caves near Qumran found,
Ancient words, on sacred, hallowed ground.
Millennia passed, in darkness they did sleep,
But scripture's voice, the desert couldn't keep.
Every book, a testament so clear,
The Old Testament echoes, banishing all fear.
Precision in the text, a thousand years defied,
The Word of God, where truth and faith collide.
A shepherd's find, a treasure to behold,
The unchanging story, forever to be told.
Silent witness, in the dust and stone,
Whispers of the past, divinely shown.
Shattered walls and scrolls from caves so deep,
The Word of God, the promises to keep.
Silent witness, to the ancient days,
Confirming truth in countless, wondrous ways.
Through the ages, the echoes still resound,
On hallowed ground, where faith is found.
Crucifixion's nails, a gruesome, haunting sign,
Victims tied, or pierced by Roman design?
A heel bone found, with iron driven deep,
Proof of the Gospels, secrets they did keep.
Scoffers silenced, doubters put to shame,
The Word stands firm, an unextinguished flame.
Kingdoms crumble, critics fade away,
But truth endures, in every single day.
Heaven and earth may pass, and stars may cease to shine,
But God's own words, will forever be divine.
Archaeology shouts, where silence used to reign,
Confirming faith, again and again.
So dig deeper still, let the evidence speak,
The Bible's promise, the humble and the meek.
Unchanging, undeniable, forever it will stand,
The living Word of God, throughout the land.
Silent witness, in the dust and stone,
Whispers of the past, divinely shown.
Silent witness
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