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Paradise Lost and Paradise Regained

by Annie B © 2024

In the cradle of creation, a whisper softly fell,
A tale of innocence lost, in a timeless shell.
Mankind, born of dust, in a garden fair,
Spoke the first words, breathed God's given air.

The serpent slithered, a sly, beguiling force,
Whispered sweet nothings to tempt the unexplored course.
A tree of knowledge, a fruit so bright,
A choice that would redefine the light.

With trembling hands, they reached, they fell,
Their eyes now open, their hearts could tell
the gravity of the choice they'd made-
Their paradise lost, a price to be paid.

Yet in the shadow of the arching sky,
Where angels wept and watched them die;
A promise would grow, a spark divine,
Salvation would come along in time.

Through ages of dark, and battles fierce,
Where hope was scarce, and love felt pierced,
The whispers grew to shouts of grace,
A Savior's love, a healing face.

He came to bear the weight of sin,
to bridge the gap that grew so thin,
Between the earth and heaven's door,
To bring forgiveness forevermore.

With nails that pierced and love that bled,
The price was paid, the debt was dead;
A son of God, in human guise,
Forgiving all through sacrifice.

Now we stand, with heads unbowed,
In the presence of the sacred vow.
To rise above the ashen past
the fall that cast a shadow vast.

With hearts aflame and souls anew,
we strive to forgive, as God is true.
To love without reserve, without end,
The fallen race, our brother's blend.


For in each eye, a spark remains
of Eden's light, though stained with pain.
We are the children of the fall,
Yet, loved by Him who hears our call.

So let us live, in grace's glow,
Forgiving mankind, as we know
the path we've trod, the mistakes we've made,
For love has been found, our hearts regained.

In the grand tapestry of time,
Where darkness meets the crimson line,
We weave our days with threads of gold,
Forgiving hearts, forever bold.

In every heart that beats with grace;
Where love has found its saving place.
The story lives, and the Gospel sings
of forgiveness stronger than the devil's sting.

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