The human race, the Lord had made, . Their hearts from Him, had turned, . He looked down on their sinful deeds, . How His frustration burned. All He'd created, perfectly, To vile wickedness, moved, What HE called GOOD, mankind had turned To evil, - NOT approved. He must have thought "I'll start again" "Destroy all I have made" Though there was ONE, who found HIS grace. His clan, would wrath, evade. The house of Noah, spared this wrath, With them, He'd start anew, They'd be preserved, from all the deeds On earth, was going to do. The people, vile, when noticing The structure Noah did build, Thought hi...
Poetry I have composed throughout the years. Some specifically for people, others for printing in anthologies