By this point, most who would be reading this have seen the horrific video, or at least heard the horrific news, of the death of George Floyd, murdered by a Minneapolis policeman. Thankfully, that former policeman is now in custody, and has been rightly charged with murder. But, that is not the end of it. Continue reading
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.