Like Eden's garden, park was still.
A perfect place right up until -
the selfish played.
The lake was smooth, as smooth as glass -
but then a breeze came rolling past -
as they all played.
A dark cloud seemed to push the breeze
that whispered firmly to the leaves -
while they had played.
Then all the grasses wiggled too
and seemed to toy with breeze that blew -
as they had played.
A couple squirrels in a tree.
First I saw two, then I found three -
and they had played.
A couple toads jumped stone to stone.
Together, they were not alone -
and they had played.
Some floating leaves rose with each wave.
First up, then down, they'd misbehave -
as they had played.
We all endured the passing wind
that we had felt while others sinned -
when they had played.
And when the winds had caught my ear,
the storms of certain wrath were near -
while they had played.
The wrath of God was imminent
but habits fixed, were like cement -
so they still played.
The storm clouds, close, were now a threat -
but not a drop had fallen yet -
so still they played.
Then suddenly, a lightning blast -
brought thunder's roar and down-burst fast! -
so wet they played.
Unfaithful ones, now surely stuck,
were washed away in mudslide's muck.
T'was overdue...
But faithful ones above the sod
had found down-pouring grace from God
...with life anew.
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