The sound of ringing hammer and the ax made chips that flew,
People pointed, laughed and mocked at him, but he had work to do.
He warned of coming judgment and that God would punish sin
But they laughed and said “Who are you?” Still he offered them, “Come in!”
Their safety now was ready—and eight souls were there—no more.
Creation’s kinds came with them and then God shut the door.
His judgment fell upon them, though they cried and beat in vain
No safety now—nor ever, for God had indeed sent rain!
ML-08/27/1989