Sometime near the beginning, the earth our Father built,
With words, He set it spinning, with breath, the waters spilt.
He placed a garden fair and green, and fauna greatly varied,
In skies, meadows, and oceans clean, the seventh day, He tarried.
He gave the first man one command He knew the man could keep.
He trusted man to understand, but in temptation creeped.
The man consumes the fruit of sin from avarice's tree
He clothes himself from shame within, with works he thinks will set set him free.
As Father looks on after, more of his loves rebel.
Their drunken feasts and laughter, soon turn to painful hell.
"I have a plan!" he then resolves, to seek and save the lost.
I'll send my Son, their sin absolved, at such a heavy cost.
And on that day, the tree that stood, on which the Son had died
Contained the Man that shed His blood, and water from His side.
That we would see what we had done, and repent of our ways.
He sent the devil on the run, by rising in three days.
Though Adam made his vile mistake, and ruined his destiny.
When Jesus died man did partake, the fruit of a leafless tree.
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