A Better Eden

So very much like Adam, the knowledge we possess.

So very much like Eve, while seeing true life-

we transgress.

Deceived into believing we know what's right and good,

Deciphering within ourselves to choose the way we should.

Striving for some power to order out our lives-

to happiness,

to merriment,

turned mad and deafening cries!

The cries of father Adam, the cries of Abel's blood,

The cries of discontentment

of emptiness

of shoulds.

For what we should have never seen, our blackened hearts now know.

Being blinded by the darkness let us tremble and bow low...

Bow low to kiss the Savior,

Lower still, lest we mistake,

A bag of silver shekels for the worth of His name's sake!

The noblest of all longings, the sincerest of regrets

How could I try undoing all this sin with bloodstained lips?

Much was lost in the beginning, in a garden with a tree

Yet there remains a shattered image of the man that I should be.

Ironic astonishment-

Jesus in a garden...

then hung upon a tree...

God hung upon a tree.

The resolution clearly focused now, the image is restored

and what was death is covered in His gracious love outpoured.

Now we have hope of a better Eden, from the tree of life we'll eat

Where all desires unify, satisfied at Jesus' feat!