Generations have come and gone.
God looked down and found strength in one.
I will make you a nation of stars,
Your generations will stretch as east is far.
Take thy wife and take thy kin, into a land so I can live again.
Begin to build a nation among men,
a nation that will fill this earth until the end..
Then one day it did arrive.
Trouble began to build a wall high.
“Let there be no strife I pray thee,
is not the whole land before you and me”
“If thy will take thy left I will take thy right”
Lot lifted up his eyes with lust delight.
To choose the way that was paved with gold desire.
In the end it would be consumed with the fire.