Make me an ark
I’m ready to get away for awhile
It’s too easy to forget that Noah’s journey wasn’t a
pleasure cruise
The world was drowning while he
floated above
And here I am
dying to get away from all this
Dying
Make me a shelter to
hide
from the world while it burns
Or give me hope that I might actually be able to
Do
Something
Is it enough to save an animal or two?
Is it enough to save a family?
Is it enough to save myself even if I’m not worthy?
Am I righteous in my generation?
The bar seems pretty low right now
I might just pass
So make me an ark to float away on
or to rescue people in
I’ll settle for an ark on solid ground
if it’s a place I can shelter others as well
if it’s a place we can build from
if it can be a place of hope
Make us an Ark, O God
big enough for all the righteous and all the innocent
Or do I need to start bargaining for lives?
Or is that next week?
