Together in a flood
That others thought pretend,
Obeying, trusting God,
Faithful to the end,

Noah and his wife,
All his sons and wives,
Two of every kind,
God saved all their lives.

Families of animals,
An ark of cypress trees,
Saving those who trusted Him,
God saves his families.


Colliding there in Him,

Time and space, the garden,

Our punishment, our sin,

His sacrifice, our pardon,

For every thought and action

Outside of His command,

His life for death transaction,

Undid our reprimand,

Assuring us extraction,

Our God became a man.

Luke 22:41-44 – “And he was withdrawn from them about a stone’s cast, and kneeled down, and prayed, Saying, Father, if thou be willing, remove this cup from me: nevertheless not my will, but thine, be done. And there appeared an angel unto him from heaven, strengthening him. And being in an agony he prayed more earnestly: and his sweat was as it were great drops of blood falling down to the ground.”

Evil age

He rescues us from hell,
Our punishment His wage,
Delivers us from sin,
As well this evil age.

Galations 1:3-5 – ” Grace [be] to you and peace from God the Father, and [from] our Lord Jesus Christ, Who gave himself for our sins, that he might deliver us from this present evil world, according to the will of God and our Father: To whom [be] glory for ever and ever. Amen.”


Welded in one man,
Perfect love and justice.
Triple Holy God
Came to change not dust us.

Rejoined us to himself,
With life and death at stake.
His weld is everlasting.
Never will it break.

John 3:17,18 – “For God sent not his Son into the world to condemn the world; but that the world through him might be saved. He that believeth on him is not condemned: but he that believeth not is condemned already, because he hath not believed in the name of the only begotten Son of God.”

We’re dead

We’re dead. We stink.
We love the smell.
Without His Life,
We’re bound for Hell.
Where we will burn
Convicts of sin,
Without return
To Him again.

“Thus so wretched is man that he would weary even without any cause for weariness from the peculiar state of his disposition; and so frivolous is he, that, though full of a thousand reasons for weariness, the least thing, such as playing billiards or hitting a ball, is sufficient to amuse him.” – Blaise Pascal, “The Misery of Man Without God”, 1663