God’s Bow

The ark had sat on Ararat,

When God had stopped the rains.

With happy song the wild throng

Marched down onto the plains.

The days rushed on from dawn to dawn;

No rain clouds could he see.

So, Noah prayed with thanks arrayed

To be alive and free.

The dark days flown, the sun now shone,

But on the edge of sky

A hint of gray soon hid the day

And over all did lie.

Bright lightning lashed and thunder crashed;

The earth did hold her breath.

Would now the rain begin again,

And flesh know nought but death?

But as twas sent, so thus it went,

And left a savor sweet.

Though all did hide, not one had died,

The rainstorm now complete.

Above the song of birds ere long,

A solid promise hung;

For there God’s bow did brightly glow,

No longer shot nor strung.

1 thought on “God’s Bow

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s