The Tower of Babel

A tranquil land, when the Earth was but few
Refreshing renewal, beginning anew
Noah and sons, grew to remain
Multiplied nation, so it became

Mountain of Ararat, water subside
A move to the east, with fears aside
Families therein, travelled afar
A settled plain in the land of Shinar

Bold decision, people of prime
Building themselves, for such a time
A great high tower, apparent worth
Be not scattered over all the earth

Work commenced, building the city
Bricks and mortar, workers busy
Ever-ready, no time to stall
Unexpected to cease at all

Might endured, the time it took
A displeased father, there to look
Ever more sinful, none to repent
Ignoring the one who gave them strength

Labouring on, within their own plans
Worshipping the work of their own hands
A call from high, un-amused
Let their languages be confused

Written by Geraldine Taylor ©


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