Once in Eden, I heard singing,
angels in God's choir
rejoicing in creation
as I came out of mire:
Before the serpent's voice
that beguiled away my mind
leaving me bruised and battered
tricked, deceived, unkind.
Once in the garden, dreaming,
of love and faith and hope,
being full of truth and God
no problem then, to cope.
But the choir's no longer singing,
as I ate from the one bad tree,
discovering both good and evil
full of Satan's lies to me.
But soon they'll be an Eden
so much better than before;
a brand new earth is coming
Christ will bring us to its door.
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