The Two Births Poem by Timothy Faboade

His making made the Maker work
All the Angels on the deck then
Had their Holy Hands for the work
That saw the coming of all men.

The Maker parted with some breath
So precious for the First man to live
And through him all can breathe.
Yet unto him disdain we can give.

The Second Man with Hossana came
But through the cursed race he did
For the First has lost the Holy Grace,
Wouldn't such way the second bid?

The Second with noble, humble birth,
The Book says, shall return the glory
And change the first way and story
Of all that to the Maker are a mirth.

Can any good come from the cursed
Blood in which the Second spent nine
Moons? No. Let the expelled First
Remain outcast and Second shine.

God, provoked in the Garden, cursed Adam
Yet the fruit of him he blessed
Yes, with Him are blessing and damn
He dispenses when pleased and vexed.