IN THE ARK.


 IN a beautiful cemetery on a white marble stone is
the name of the little boy buried there, and beneath that,
one sweet word tells what the father and mother feel and
know about their darling son. That same word, SAFE
might have been written on the door of the ark. Noah
and all within were safe, because the Lord shut him in."
 Even the men who made that door could not open
it, no fury nor fear could break into the place closed and
guarded by God's own hand. Those who laughed and
mocked must have looked with longing eyes at that safe
refuge when the storm began, for the sky became black
with heavy clouds, and poured down its rain. Every
stream overflowed, and foaming waves came dashing over
all the land.
 The cries of terror were not so loud as the roar of
rushing waters, while the people tried in vain to find some
escape. Day and night, day and night it rained, and the
waters roared and swelled, and yet it rained. In the ark,
all was peace and safety; outside, there was one great sea
of waters, for the green hills were covered. Still it rained,
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