Noah
No one believed you,
when the skies were still blue. God saw the wickedness of man, God now had a plan. Noah was to build an ark, before it got dark. Animals two by two, Noah would do. The mighty rains came, the wicked were to blame. The rains stopped with a dove, let's start over with love.
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2023
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