How do we return to that place?
Where we gazed out o'er the earth's face?
The sun did not burn; it still shined strong,
All was just and bright; we knew no wrong,
The beasts, they did roam peacefully,
The rivers flowed calm as could be,
We tilled the garden, there was no thorn,
We knew no loss, no reason to mourn,
The moment came; we did not trust,
Gave in to greed, our foolish lust,
The serpent, yes, he told us a lie,
Now we toil and sweat, fated to die,
How could we be so senseless?
We stole the fruit of goodness,
As we took we pondered our fate,
Eyes opened now, too little, too late.
Embarrassed by this naked frame,
We sewed leaves, concealing shame,
As God came, we hid ourselves away,
Though He still knew right where we did lay,
He asked, had I eaten of the tree?
I blamed the woman, easily,
God asked the woman, “What have you done?”
“It was the serpent, he was the one,”
Eve said, “He deceived and I ate,”
God cursed the serpent with this fate:
“With no legs you crawl, eat dust now instead,
You will strike his heel, but he will crush your head.”
God spoke to me, cursing the ground,
Childbearing pained, the woman found,
Our treason done, God sent us away,
No more in the garden did we stay,
That is just a dream we hope to regain,
We toil and we sweat, but not in vain,
God promised a redeemer to break these chains,
The earth will be perfect again with no more pains.
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