In the garden Eve had to guard against the snake
but his frisking game she found glorious and good,
on his insistence she picked the fruit, took a bite of it,
did suddenly get overwhelming courage
to take the fruit to her husband
where for a moment he did stand astounded
and then he did notice the beauty of that peculiar fruit,
did bite into the flesh of it with his all of his teeth
and when darkness did suddenly come
they did cover themselves with leaves,
did hide away beyond the thick green shrubs
were confined to a naked human body and sin
until Jesus Christ did Himself compensate
did make reconciliation with His blood.
© Gert Strydom
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