Toiled for days, toiled for weeks, toiled for hundreds of years working his fingers to their bones he’s crafting an ark out of gopher wood. Noah tried ever so hard to tell and be a teacher A choosing one from God he spoke as if he was a preacher.
No one heeded to his warning and Noah cried and prayed that they all would. It’s now getting to late and he’s wishing that they all were godly good.
Getting ready to sail on an ocean full of angel tears he’s not afraid, he’s content in his ark and he has no fears. Two by two they came from all the creepeth corners of the earth He’s so happy that he has his wife and wives for his three sons from birth.
For Forty days and forty nights the angels wept from heaven And down on earth every living thing’s nostril was begging. The master didn’t really want to take their breathing air It had to be done because he had a plan and he did care .
It was a beautiful night when the dove with an olive leaf took to fight bearing a gift showing Noah he was always right and dry land isn’t too far from his sight.
After enduring a test of faith and with no despise he was told and given a promise and in return for his believing eight souls had rainbows were put in there eyes.