Catastrophe and the Symbolism of a Rainbow

The Catastrophe and Symbolism of a Rainbow

“Is it time, Omniscient Father?”

Inquires the Loving Son.

“Is it time that I tread the earth;

The moment when flesh I don?”

“No, My Son, Man’s not prepared.

Lo, evil and horrid he lives!

None, save one – Noah by name –

To hear My Voice strives.

Although I hold My creatures dear,

I must purge this earth of mine.

Grieved – yes, grieved – surely, I Am!

Sin, they neither repent nor repine.

Once I have given them a chance –

Yea, twice! And surely a third.

But o’er My peace they’ve preferred War’s lance,

And the tempter’s lies more than My Word.

A flood Am I sending; a Heavenly wash

From My Heavenly water-store.

But a way of escape for the Righteous I plan –

A symbol: there’s only One Door.

Yea, the Door shalt be Thee, My Son!

The Righteous’ route to glory;

Thy Calvary Cross, the Door to Life;

The Door to the Ark in this story!

Behold, there’ll be one Door to this Ship,

And only I’ll o’ersee this escape.

The rain and the waves will not prevail.

I’ll renew Man and landscape –

Noah, arise! Call to thy sons,

Prepare thee to fashion an Ark.

Fill it with animals; two of a kind;

Instruct thy family to embark.

Accept and enlist all who will join

And believe, though in desert thou dwell.

Prophesy daily; warn all thou meets.

I desire none to descend into hell.

When thou hast finished, I’ll shut thee in.

Wait forty days till ye look to depart,

Then test for land by the wings of a dove,

And a holy generation restart.

“At last, O Father, a righteous earth!

A people who love and obey.

Why the vision of sorrow, My Father?

Is it that Holiness will not stay?”

“Yea, My Son, it can prosper if wanted –

If wanted – the choice that I gave

Adam and Eve back in the garden,

That Man would be free, never slave.

And, as Thou see, this willn’t continue –

Evil men will rise up once more.

But Noah can’t fear – I’ll not again rain

My judgement down as before.

When he erected his altar to Me,

I sent him a covenant of love;

Drew in My sky a pattern of color –

A rainbow – gracing skies above,

Promising never the earth to re-flood.

Again; next time, ‘twill be through blood

The earth is cleansed by Spirit-Dove.