In eternity past, as a seed I was planted;
only a mere thought, the Master found.
His honor and all glory, I was granted;
this mere seed; grown in the ground.
I’ve since forgotten that place of my birth;
which was always meant my true home;
since long ago: as my soul fell to earth;
a wide cast of characters; sent to roam.
Constantly seek forms of entertainment;
to pass the time, comprising my sentence.
This prison realm brings derangement;
ultimately resulting in my repentance.
I’m physical death; walking life’s stage;
propelled by an an aura of energy;
destined to turn one more of life’s page
driven by an illusion caused synergy.
My physical body is pursuing a path;
a character, acting out parts in a play;
materiality; the response of God’s wrath;
to man’s deception and moral decay.
Man was created in the garden above;
rebellion tore that garden apart;
the man God had fashioned of Love;
mortally wounded the Master’s heart.
Below, came the Master, Love in heart;
to rescue, and restore the man above;
for God could not stand to stay apart;
from those He had grown to Love.