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
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