I Wonder If Eve Searched For Fruit
On Lionback That Day
I Wonder If She Romped With Jackals
And Hugged Gorillas Along The Way
Did Giant Condors Invite Her
To Their Nest To Take A Nap
Did She Visit A Great Brown Grizzly
And Recline Upon His Lap
Did She Count The Bees And Place Them
On Their Hives With Not One Sting
Did The Butterflies Surround Her
And Fan Her With Their Wings
Oh, The Peace I Can But Imagine
That Ruled The Garden Then
No Thorns, No Strife, No Fear, No Pain
Before Sin Entered In
The Serpent Perhaps Was a Jolly Old Imp
Running About On Legs Short And Strong
Perhaps Eve Loved His Funny Ways
And Delighted In His Impish Song
But Then He Allowed That Fallen Angel
To Enter And Take Control
Not Knowing That The Father Of Lies
Had But One Evil Goal
To Convince The Girl And Then The Man
To Each Take Just One Bite
To Ignore The Words Of Their Creator And Friend
And Reach New “God-ly” Heights
To Listen To Him and Not The Master
About The Fruit Of This One Measly Tree
That They Should Consider Not God’s Senseless Rules
But the Almighty ME ME, ME
Did The Serpent Ride With Eve High Upon
The Neck Of A Giraffe To See
Did He Point With Delight At The Beautiful Fruit
That Hung From That One Certain Tree
And As Eve At Last Took That Very First Bite
And Offered It To The Man
Did The Serpent Still Think He Was A Creature Quite Wise
Or Did He See What A Fool He Had Been
Did His Words Now Erupt as Hideous Hisses
As He Struggled To Make A Sound
Did His Legs Now Turn To Slithering Slime
As His Belly Hit The Ground
Did The Evil One’s Raucous Laughter
Throughout The Garden Ring
As Animal Voices Turned To Growls
And Bees Began To Sting
And With The Fruit Now In their Bellies
Adam And Eve Were Still Not God
And Their Beautiful Garden Was Fast Becoming
Both Frightening And Odd
The Animals Adam Had Groomed and Petted
And For Each Had Chosen A Name
The Creatures The Couple Had Fed By Hand
Were Now Quite Far From Tame
Animal Voices Were Forevermore Silenced
Claws And Teeth Grew Sharp And Cruel
An Enmity Grew Between Them and Man
Because Of But One Broken Rule
I Doubt Eve Knew She Was Drastically Changing
The Course Of All Mankind To Be
With Her One Little Act Of Defiance
As She Partook Of The Fruit Of That Tree
The Future…She Could Not Have Guessed It
Would Never Have Chosen It In Fact
She Thought She Was Growing Much Wiser
With This One Little Self-Centered Act
And Then The Voice Of Their Master
Rang Musically Through The Trees
And The Shame And The Pain Of Their Actions
Crushed Them Brutally To Their Knees
Lovingly He Had Tried To Protect Them
With But One Rule To Keep It That Way
But Now Their Eyes Had Been Opened
And Evil Was With Them To Stay
Their Sin Built A Barrier Between Them
They Hid From The Sound Of His Voice
They Used To Run To Him Gleefully
But Now, Could No Longer Rejoice
If Eve Had Just Acted In Obedience
And Had Stayed Far Away From That Tree
If The Serpent Had Refused To Seduce Her
And Had Commanded The Evil One To Flee
Our World Would Have Now Been So Different
What Peace, Love, and Beauty Would Abound
Or Would I Be The One Now Remembered
As The First In Whom Sin Had Been Found
Do My Choices And Actions Still Carry
Consequences For Generations Yet To Be
Or Do I Choose To Believe That Great Liar
When He Says They Affect Only Me
Do I Still Of Sin’s Fruit Take A Nibble
And Offer It To My Mate
Do I Attempt To Fill My God-Hungry Soul
By Feeding It The Nectar Of Hate
When My Master Strolls Through The Garden Of My Soul
And Gently Calls My Name
Can I run To Him Eagerly And Grab ‘Round His Neck
Or Must I Hide In Shame
That I have Much More In Common With Eve
Is A Fact That I Indeed Must Confess
I Must Strive Without Delay To Accept
His Rules, And Nothing Less
For The Evil One Still Roams The Earth Today
Still Whispers Lies In Our Ears
Still Looks Like A Friend, Speaking Words Soft And Sweet
But Then Laughs At Our Shame And Our Tears
I Cannot Avoid Him, Nor Move From His Path
Unless To The Father I Run
Unless I Take Refuge And Comfort Each Day
In The Stronghold Of God’s Only Son
The Path To The Father Is Narrow, You See
I Can Enter Through Only One Gate
It Leads By The Foot Of A Cross Rough And Cruel
Still Dripping With Blood Shed By Hate
As I Gaze At The Cross Looming O’er Me I See
The Nails Still Piercing His Hands
And His Fingers Still Grip The Sins That Are Mine
Being Soaked In The Blood Of This Lamb
The Pain And The Anguish I See In His Face
As He Struggles With Each Passing Breath
Tears Of Love Mixed With Blood Drip From His Eyes To Mine
As He Pays For My Sin, With His Death
Oh Father Forgive Them, They Know Not What They Do
He Cried As He Bled On That Tree
I Wonder Was He Asking For The Guards …Or For Eve
Or Did He Ask It For You, And For Me
A Tree At Sin’s Start And One At Its End
How Fitting That Thus Should It Be
On One Hung The Passion For Sin In This World
By The Other, From Sin’s Grip We’re Set Free