Short Stories: The garden of Eden

Short Stories: The garden of Eden

Let me refresh your memory  (Throwback from 7 years ago)

On that Sunday morning, We trudged out of the garden of eden With slumped shoulders and scanty leaves for clothes,
Angels with flaming swords as our escorts And balls of fire burning the soles of our feet. That day, We fell from Grace to a long line of race
 Like travellers in the Sahara,
We thirsted for the water of his friendship again
Like birds with broken wings, we flapped about shamefully
Trees without fruit…… Our barrenness broke our hearts
A life with no hope,
We roamed far from the throne,
Naked to the sun, friends with sin
That day, we fell from grace into a long line of race
We were scorched, burnt beyond repair Spoilt beyond fixing until he came
With mercy running through the lines of his veins
Life in his breath, and raw love from the river of his heart
He crowned us kings and priests In Revelations 1 vs 5
But don’t forget we fell from grace into a long line of race
It wasn’t finished until the wrath of his father was turned away, each nails drove hope into our souls
Every drop of blood wrote our names in the book of life
His death gave us life and a future
A throne and a home And we became godded, jesused and heavened
We were delivered from the long line of race into the royal seat of grace.
This is my short story.

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