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,” Go...
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