Enoch: The Prophet Who Walked with God
In days when earth was young and wide,
Enoch walked with God, side by side.
A man of faith, pure and upright,
He shunned the dark, embraced the light.
At sixty-five, Methuselah was born,
A son to carry on till dawn.
Three hundred years he journeyed on,
With God, until his days were gone.
But gone not dead, for he was taken,
To realms above, his soul awakened.
No grave would hold this man so blessed,
In heaven’s courts, he found his rest.
Through ten vast heavens he ascended,
By angels’ wings, his path extended.
In first, the stars and clouds reside,
In second, fallen ones abide.
The third revealed both Eden’s grace,
And hell’s tormenting, fiery place.
The fourth, the sun and moon’s domain,
With angels singing sweet refrain.
The fifth held giants, watchers chained,
Their sins upon the earth remained.
The sixth, the angels’ duties told,
Of seasons, rivers, young and old.
The seventh heaven, bright and grand,
Where seraphim and cherubs stand.
The eighth and ninth, the stars align,
Their courses set by God’s design.
The tenth, the highest, throne of light,
Where God resides in glory bright.
Here Enoch stood before the Lord,
Received his mission and reward.
Transformed into an angel’s guise,
With wisdom vast and shining eyes.
As Metatron, the scribe of heaven,
To him the secrets all were given.
He saw the watchers’ grievous fall,
Their union with the daughters all.
The Nephilim, their offspring dire,
Brought violence, sin, and unquenched fire.
He warned of floods to cleanse the land,
Of Noah’s ark and God’s command.
He penned the courses of the stars,
The calendar of sun and Mars.
He spoke of judgments yet to be,
Of righteous paths and destiny.
He taught his sons to seek the light,
To walk with God, to do what’s right.
Then back to heaven he was brought,
His earthly mission fully wrought.
No death he tasted, nor decay,
But lives with God, still to this day.
Written by Marguerite Grace
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