By Jesse Morrell

      As in the days of Noah my people sin.
      I stand to preach, they scornfully grin.
      They laugh and mock at all my words,
            I long for one to heed my urge.

      While they sing and dance and play their songs;
      I utterly refuse to go along.
      I pray and hope one day their gladness
            will be turned to utter sadness.

      God longs for them to turn and flee
      but in their darkness they cannot see.
      The wrath is coming so quick and fast
            These days of theirs may be their last.

      As in the days of Noah my people sin.
      Oh, how they must turn to Him!
      My Lord, My God, please grant repentance,
            and thus dismissed their earned death sentence.