13 So God said to Noah, “I am going to put an end to all people, for the earth is filled with violence because of them. I am surely going to destroy both them and the earth. 14 So make yourself an ark…. Everything on earth will perish. 18 But I will establish my covenant with you, and you will enter the ark—you and your sons and your wife and your sons’ wives with you…. two of all living creatures, …21 You are to take every kind of food that is to be eaten and store it away as food for you and for them.” 22 Noah did everything just as God commanded him. ~ Genesis 6:13-22, New International Version (NIV)
A storm darkens and burgeons on the horizon ahead. A new storm, one whose effects will stain and wound every living soul. A storm of many dimensions. Felt by all, manifested differently, and no escape is there.
Not for those who live in the Light, nor for those who have made darkness their abode.
The grief it will bring will surpass any pain suffered hitherto. It will be a storm that will build its strength on our personal weaknesses, things kept hidden brought to light, forcing us to confront every mist and cloud we have always run away from.
The angels have sounded the Lord’s call. Soul to soul, writing His message on every door, Build an ark for the flood of souls. The call chimes and resounds in every soul ~
The young for whom the sun shines every day, nary a cloud to filter the gold of joy,
The old and worn, thinking their life’s work over, nothing more but to wait for the summons,
The carefree never troubled by the groans of mankind.
Build an ark for the flood of souls, Jesus pleads. And the angels in obedience go forth
To write the call on the widow’s broken heart,
The happy farmers in dance of joy over bountiful harvests,
Build an ark, Build an ark, Build an ark
Come, He calls
both young and old, wounded and healthy.
Write the blogs, sing the songs, paint the pictures.
Comfort the hurting, wipe the tears of grief.
Still the tempests, instruct the ignorant,
Feed the poor, nourishment give to body and soul,
Look up the friend, the stranger welcome.
The Word of the Lord take to each wound and shadow.
This is the time of Mercy
Build an ark for the flood of souls.