The Living Ark

An Ark was made by human hands Constructed precisely to His plans A seat with golden angels on the ends Hovering above He directs their wends For centuries with the tablets in place His commands disregarded in disgrace Since many forgot the covenant made It was taken away, its memory to fade But in time a new thing shall be upon the earth God has created a woman, His Son to give birth A living ark from conception, denoted with grace For His Son to be incarnated, in the human race