The Expulsion

Life outside the garden Through the hand of man Before my appointed time I weep Psalm One thirty-nine My rebuttal at the Gate Yes, I am a life Yes, I have a soul Now I wiggle is Heaven's crib God created my inmost being When I was conceived in secret I was skillfully wrought In the lowest parts of the earth All my days were written For my substance was not hidden God saw my unformed body And covered me in my mother's womb Fearfully and wonderfully And my soul knows full well Forcing from the garden is hell My blood's cry reaches Heaven