by K. L. Kraemer
Methuselah's grandson found favor in God's sight.
Unique for his time, he believed to do that which was right.
From God, it was understood
To build an ark of cypress wood
And be sheltered from the rage of the oncoming flood.
Lot gambled on the eastern cities of the plain
To learn their cruelty and lust brandished pain.
Ashamed of the life he didn't condone,
His uncle pleaded that his rescue be done.
Soon Lot was led by angels away from the raging brimstone.
She was known as a moonlight temptress
With beauty, brains, and a touch of brashness.
Believing in the power of the Lord,
From her window hung a scarlet cord.
She was spared from the wield of the raging Hebrew sword.
Full glory of the Lord is soon accomplished and professed.
Earth's harvest will yield grape clusters to be pressed.
Those who hoped the Lord would turn the world's tide
Against decline brought by ill-deserved pride
Will escape the rage of wrath to forever with the Lord abide.
For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ. --