Ph: Historical: Loving God After The Flood Rev 2 Poem by Brian Johnston

(Song of Noah's Ransomed Son)

It's after the flood; the ground's moist but quite firm,
It is all over now; we're still here I can say,
But the lives are snuffed out of wife's family, "friend, "
As the ark spills its treasure, life feels a dead end!
For I've felt the ground vanish from under my feet!
Under prominent rainbow, with life, there's defeat.

Humility's sacred, but anger's my King,
If not son of my father, I wouldn't be here.
Once each day brought me sunshine and seasons of care,
But a world that's just water? There's no there that's there.
And my futures all yawn like a grave with no stone,
It is clear that God's real! But I feel more alone.

God's discipline really can cut like a knife,
His love feels autocratic as if I'm just toy,
Seems impossible dream (in the moment)He'd share
Why is "Say it! " a sin? His WILL's too much to bear!
Men deserving of death who find fault with this life?
Or beyond understanding who'd make death their wife?

It's merely the truth; life's a fatal disease
And the sentient living all dream of a cure!
Feels there must be a soul (if I don't condescend)
Or imagine impossible (God is my friend?)
Overwhelming to think of connection at all,
And God's Grace not revealed yet (though man's born to fall) !

It's slowly we learn who real friends are (at best) ,
For our true friends stay loyal and never betray.
Time's required to adjust, to believe that they're there,
That their feelings for us are a lasting affair,
I may not own the knowledge that God loves 'my way, '
But God's heart's not concealed when the sun greets new day!


Brian Johnston
May 17.2018