The earth was filled with violent ways,
God looked and saw those wicked days.
Eight precious souls were saved that day
While all the rest were washed away.
Now violence fills the earth today,
Yet they treat Flood like child’s play.
They joke it off and will not see
The warning written on that sea.
(Chorus)
People say it couldn’t be true,
Just a story rumored by few.
They’ll laugh until the skies grow black,
Then find there’s no more turning back.
They stood where death and ocean met
With Pharaoh at their backs, a threat
The sea split wide at God’s command
They walked through walls of dried up sand.
Today they hear the story told
And call it myths from days of old
They roll their eyes and joke along
Then shrug, “It’s just an old folk song.”
(Chorus)
People say it couldn’t be true,
Just a story rumored by few.
They joke, but one day they will see,
That walls of waves were reality.
Their city burned with shameless sin,
No thought of God, no shame within.
Then burning stones rained from above,
And swept away their twisted love.
Now people say, “That can’t be true,
Just old stories they once knew.”
They roll their eyes and share a grin,
And joke about that fire and sin.
(Chorus)
People say it couldn’t be true,
Just a story rumored by few.
They share the story as a joke,
But truth will rise through all that smoke.
The same God speaks through flood and flame,
His truth and mercy stay the same.
Though hearts deny and voices jeer,
The proof will stand when all is clear.
(Final chorus)
People say it couldn't be true,
Just a story rumored by few.
One day the truth will stand so clear,
The proof of God for all to hear.
The proof of God for all to hear.
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