Noah: The Builder Beneath the Thunder
When silence broke and warnings dimmed,
And sin flowed wide from brim to brim,
A man stood blameless in the land—
Noah, with hammer in his hand.
While others mocked, he did not sway,
But built salvation plank by plank.
For God had spoken, loud and low:
“The end of all flesh is come, you know.”
(Genesis 6:13, KJV)
The earth was filled with cruel deceit,
With violence sown in every street.
The Watchers’ sons had pierced the veil,
And made of hearts a hollow shell.
But Noah found in God’s own eyes
A favor none could criticize.
“Noah was a just man and perfect in his generations,
and Noah walked with God.” (Genesis 6:9, KJV)
He built the ark, a wooden tomb,
To ride the wrath, escape the doom.
Three levels tall, pitched black with tar,
A sanctuary ‘neath falling stars.
He preached of righteousness and grace,
But none would turn nor seek God’s face.
The door stood open seven days—
And then the sky set fire ablaze.
(Genesis 7:10–11, KJV)
The fountains of the deep were torn,
The heavens wept in storming mourn.
The ark did rise, the dead did sink—
A world erased in just one blink.
Inside, the beasts lay side by side,
The lion slept, the dove did glide.
Eight souls remained—the final thread—
All else was swallowed with the dead.
Yet Noah prayed, and God did hear,
And sent a wind to dry the tear.
The waters fled, the mount appeared,
The dove returned, the clouds were cleared.
He stepped out not on cursed land,
But on a world made by God’s hand.
A bow was set across the rain,
A vow of peace, though man may strain.
(Genesis 9:13, KJV)
And Noah lived three hundred more,
A prophet, priest, and humble core.
The vineyard bloomed, his house grew old,
His story carved in Scripture’s gold.
The ark may rest on mountain steep,
But Noah’s faith was wide and deep.
He braved the flood, obeyed the call—
And through one man, God spared us all.
Written by Marguerite Grace
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