That Red Rope

A Poem of Redemption and Promise

I was a woman unseen, a name stained with shame, A life bound in shadows, a past wrapped in blame.

But whispers of wonder swept through my soul, Of a God who was mighty, a story foretold. I stood on the wall, gazing across, Watching the waters, knowing the cost. A people had come, their God was alive, Their footsteps declared Jericho wouldn’t survive. Yet mercy knocked softly, disguised in the night, Two strangers who carried the promise of light.

I hid them in secret, though fear gripped my chest, And whispered a plea: Let my house be blessed. They answered with kindness, a covenant spoke, Hang from your window that red rope. When judgment comes, when the walls fall, The bloodline of mercy will cover them all. A single strand, crimson and bright, Dangling in faith, a symbol of life. A scarlet reminder, a covenant true, That grace would reach where judgment once flew. The city trembled, the trumpets roared,

The mighty walls crumbled, destruction outpoured. But standing untouched, though ruin was near, My house was covered I had nothing to fear. That red rope, that scarlet thread, Marked me for life when I should have been dead. Not by my works, not by my name, But the blood of redemption rewriting my shame. From ruin to promise, from ashes to grace, A woman once broken now found in His place. A mother of kings, a name now restored, Because of that red rope the mercy of the Lord. The blood still speaks, the rope still saves, That red rope is Jesus

His power remains!

- Love, Pastor Nicole