Confusion

Confusion

“Yet, again, Man’s pride will swell;

Above his limits, seek to dwell.

To My heavens he claims his power

By erecting a unifying tower.

“Defy God!” They cry together,

“We will not fill the earth as told,

But as one nation will remain –

Together we might be so bold.

 We are greater; we dare to reign!”

Foolish! Can they rule their Maker?

One word, and they’d be slain.”

“Father, in mercy work again,

Though Evil is not allowed

In Our presence, a plan resolve

To scatter the greedy and proud.”

“Lo, so it will be, My Son!

How merciful art Thou!

I will break their unity;

“Conquer heaven!” they vow.

“Spirit, sweep them o’er with speech;

Confuse their language and tongue.

In this way they will fail to reach

My heaven; their task unsung!

How they scatter in panic and fear,

Seeking words they comprehend.

In groups they gather, one-by-one,

And o’er the earth they extend.

Their prideful plan I gladly rend;

This wild confusion will not mend –

For to My Will they would not bend –

So in this way I scatter and send.

Yet, from this disaster I intend

That from Abram Ye will descend.”