Every day before us lies,
The
knowledge of that tree,
Good
and evil, right and wrong,
A
haunting enemy.
Dogging
now our every step,
Standing
in our way,
For
that knowledge there is now,
A
price we all must pay.
Gone
the life of innocence,
Swallowed
up by pride,
Steeped
in adversity,
No
place for us to hide.
Adam
ate the bitter fruit,
It
now is in our bowl,
A
pleasure to our eyes,
But
bitter to the soul.
Yet
leaves from the Tree of Life,
Are
there to heal our nation,
Life-giving
branches,
A
means of our salvation.
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