The Garden

It was in the garden, that we ate life sin. We didn't know it then, that sin ate from within. Though you told us from the start, it was us who broke your heart. You guided us from darkness to light, for you showed us your love might. For your creation was not lost, Your love shone from the cross. We didn't do nothing on our part, it came from your loving heart. While I lived with sin, I always was your enemy. You always saw me without sin, you were always gentle to me. You were always willing to pay the price, for only your love the pure sacrifice. You couldn't look upon sin stain, nor your son sacrificial pain. For you knew that to win, you had to battle from within.  You fought sin face to face, it was defeated by you sacrifice and grace. You said. To us come, child come home, thank to your only son, sin battle is finally won. Once again I walk within, within your creation garden. Walking with you with a pure heart, just as it should have been from the start.