On The Road to Jericho

<br>I left jerusalem, last week for jericho,<br><br><br><br>In the afternoon, the sun was getting low,<br><br><br><br>And then the bushes shook, and out they came at me,<br><br><br><br>They were robbing half naked, while they beat me head to toe,<br><br><br><br>And they left me on the road to jericho.<br><br><br><br><br><br>Lying almost slain, and wounded by the road,<br><br><br><br>Crying out in pain for a sympathetic soul,<br><br><br><br>First a priest, and another of my kind,<br><br><br><br>Well they were men I could have trusted, but they left me deaf and blind,<br><br><br><br>They were strangers on the road to jericho.<br><br><br><br><br><br>Through the blood and tears, I saw a worried face,<br><br><br><br>He was from samaria, my people hate his race,<br><br><br><br>He bandaged up my wounds and laid me on his horse,<br><br><br><br>Although my memory is cloudy, I still can feel his friendly flow,<br><br><br><br>Such a kind man on the road to jericho.<br><br><br><br>When I later asked the innkeeper the mans name he did not know,<br><br><br><br>Just a neighbor on the road to jericho.