The Flood

https://m.soundcloud.com/user-921599710/the-flood Populated land of plenty Yet hearts brimming with sin, Dishonourable thoughts, unwholesome deeds Blessings, provision, no gratitude thereof The young mirrored such ways Distaste all around, high and low, near and far Preoccupied souls, distractions abound Within such surroundings, righteousness remained The remembrance of Noah, a passing of days, instructions foretold An unfolding promise, destruction of old A time for renewal, a solid ark to build Call forth the chosen, the chosen are few Gather your wives and sons, animals two by two Close the door, seek refuge no more Waters shall arise, raging torrents, streams will flow Forty days and forty nights Water-covered earth, send a raven to and fro Send a dove for resting place Imminent return, a week of wait A second return, an olive leaf Of such relief, the flood had ceased A beautiful becoming, land again An open door An offer of sacrifice upon the altar A promise on high Rainbow sky Written by Geraldine Taylor ©