• Others 25.07.2007

    Gladly, “Adam fell, that man might be”
    A distance from that old forbidden tree.
    Good taught evil, that Adam needs pain,
    To appreciate Eve–raising a little Cain.

    Adam was willing to live the perfect life,
    But a choice-of-fruit came from his wife.
    When the opportunity came, Eve knew
    Men and women had some choices due.

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    Gladly, “Adam fail, that man might be”
    A distance from the old forbidden tree.
    Good taught evil, that Adam needs pain,
    To appreciate Eve–raising a little Cain.

    Adam was willing to live the perfect life,
    But a choice-of-fruit came from his wife.
    When the opportunity came, Eve knew
    Men and women had some choices due.

    Now, Adam soon became a family man;
    Begetting a population to plow the land.
    By the sweat of his brow, he reared Abel,
    To praise God, and keep the world stable.

    Cain changed things by killing his brother,
    And hiding his sin from father and mother.
    They all discovered death to be like earth;
    That mortality is a sin requiring new birth.

    There is no possible depth–in mortal man,
    To increase understanding–up to the plan.
    Corruption weighs on Adam–by heavy sin,
    And the atonement lifts him up–to repent.

    Mortality images…of an awesome beauty,
    As scared blood flows thru a violent duty.
    A shy suppression–comprehends with sin,
    To endure burdens he is helpless to mend.

    From carnal depths, corruption attempts
    To love an atonement in a gloomy crimp.
    A beautiful heaven glows brightly above,
    Before habits subdue man’s hope in love.

    Jesus Christ is the man-of-the-holy-hour;
    He happened across Adam’s awful shower.
    Mortality is down in a pit…with the devil;
    Only God is higher than man’s carnal level.

    Adam screams to God to lift this misery;
    So, God the Father sent Jesus to tarry.
    No other man, but God-the-Son can win;
    He has the power to drain blood–for sin.

    Suffer this old world to the brittle bones;
    Allow Jesus to bring Father Adam home.
    Break the flesh–to open God’s holy gate;
    Permit the blood to flow for Adam’s sake.

    No expression can emerge from the brain,
    To satisfy the hope against this evil reign.
    Adam’s pitiful position of a chosen sorrow,
    Mounts misery–like there is no tomorrow.

    The beautiful stars in the heaven of God,
    Shine with glory…to take hold of his rod.
    On the world’s living clay…is an awful pit,
    Where sin’s wicked world is obvious to fit.

    Heavenly kind…made the choice to come,
    Into a world designed for a selective fun.
    Christ opens the pit…at a supremely top;
    And the Savior’s blood can’t be stopped.

    He probes the lowest level of corruption,
    To offer the highest degree of salvation.
    Happiness succeeds with obedient habits,
    While liberty fails–in a condition of spirit.

    It is necessary to come and align the pit,
    To dwell in a world to involve the spirit.
    Climbing the walls, mortal man may rise,
    To put distance above the father-of-lies.

    Converse with friends in God’s throng,
    To be restored to where Adam belongs.
    No pain can compare to man’s damage,
    Than be denied–of the creator’s image.

    Track-not with vanity on evil footprints;
    Atonement retrieves souls that are bent.
    Choose ye this day to serve Godly souls,
    And return faith–unto where Adam goes.
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