The garden was fresh with the morning dew, the fragrance lingered still
As flowers turned faces to greet the sun and shake the evening chill.
Droplets flashed on the firm, ripe fruit, the mists of dawn fled away,
Feathery clouds graced a golden-pink sky, heralding a perfect new day.
The man was alone tho’ his Friend was near, and their company much enjoyed,
In the cool and breezy afternoons they were daily thus employed,
But he longed for one to share with him, and God was good in giving
An help meet to complete him; her name means “mother of all living.”
But the sweetness was soon broken as they listened “hath God said?”
Not believing God they believed a lie, and sin raised its ugly head.
From the garden they now were driven, flaming swords to bar their return
Their fall was complete, and judgment was mete as their lives took a different turn.
God’s rest was so sadly broken, His lovely creation now marred,
The one He created in likeness by sin was ruined and scarred.
His wonderful plan of redemption, e’en before eternities past,
Would now look ahead to fulfillment in glories forever to last.
ML-03/27/1983