Pilgrim's Paradox

We once did walk amongst the leaves; Outside of Eden, Adam grieves. I am thrice Holy, keep away; Unclean sinners I yearn to save. To keep My law cannot be done; Because of love, I send My Son. You are guilty, you must die; I crush Myself to draw you nigh. You grieve and sigh, for you are wrong; Flee to My bosom, where you belong. I have the victory and battle won; My soldier, fight with armor on. In trials you will be maligned; Be glad; you are like gold refined. You cannot boast of wealth or fame; You boast the glories of My name. My dearest, in this life you mourn; You will be to My presence borne. My son, the truth will set you free; Take up your cross and follow Me.