Someday I’ll sit and talk with Father Adam.
He will have the answers to some things that bother me
I’ve seen the world in all God’s awesome splendor
And I’ve known God’s precious gift of living free.
He will appear to be much older than pictures drawn by man
And remember, we never saw him as a child.
What was the discontent that altered his intent
And brought all mankind out of Eden to the wild?
I have seen the pain of being shackled
And many ruthless tyrants’ atrocities.
I’ve witnessed all the wrongs that sometimes come along,
When people cannot live together peacefully.
I’ll see concerns on Adam’s furrowed brow,
That eons haven’t erased, somehow.
I will hear him as he wonders how
The world became what it is now.
I’ll ask him all about his family
And just how all this came to be.
The beauty of man’s home in Eden
Has turned into the chaos you now see.
We’ll have the time to answer the questions history brings
But, somehow, we cannot approach the one that bothers me.
So, I’ll clear my throat, take one deep breath,
And ask, so innocently,
“If you had known what the effect would be
Would you have eaten the fruit from that damn tree?”
Written By John Posey