Bible Study

The earth was void and without form… And the voice of the Lord was upon the waters… In the roll of a tsunami wave across the Pacific Born of a collapsing mountain deep in the sea And in the tidal surge bearing down on Mobile Miles ahead of an approaching storm. You sweep away people as if they were but a dream. In the morning they are like the new grass. It was no dream to those on board an oil platform in the Gulf Torn from its moorings by a raging sea. It was no dream to a family huddled in their attic Watching the flood waters rise. But the voice of the Lord was not in the whirlwind. It was not in the flood waters from Lake Pontchartrain. It was not in the crashing tidal waves or the leaking levees. It was not in the spinning devastation of the hurricanes. Or the incessant pounding of torrential rains. God gave Noah the “rainbow sign”. Never again will I destroy the world. Already life returns, bit by bit, to New Orleans. Trash-filled streets are cleared, tattered storefronts mended. Flooded homes pumped clear and families reunited. Alligators return to their normal homes While the people rebuild theirs along the waterfront. I will gather the exiles from the four corners of the Earth. From the Astrodome and Air Force bases, From Red Cross shelters and tent cities, And from the homes of strangers. And they shall rebuild the waste cities and inhabit them. They shall plant vineyards and drink of their wine. The tourist hotels on the beaches of Phuket, Fishing villages on the shores of Indonesia, And the bars on Bourbon Street. The sound of music and rejoicing shall be heard once more in the land. They will celebrate Mardi Gras again on the streets of New Orleans With the sounds of sweet jazz drifting from the “French Quarter”. Boats shall sail once more from the port of Jakarta And sailors will look out upon a tranquil sea.