The Continuous Play

Mankind was given the ultimate voice;
would he choose love or power?
In the garden of God, he made his choice;
he’d prefer to be King; than a flower.

The fruit taken from the fobidden tree,
was rich in the seeds of pride;
he made the choice for you and me;
for power, he would divide.

The man and serpent were cast from the garden;
death had puntuated their voices;
their act of treason, caused hearts to harden;
in order to justify their choices.

The Garden was God’s metaphorical throne;
guarded by the Cherubim’s sword;
at one time inhabited by the Master, alone;
and death became the man’s reward.

The serpent was granted a world of his own;
created by his very thoughts and desires;
mankind and the serpent, now had their home;
a kingdom of wars and raging fires.

Earth was a kingdom of indescribable beauty;
from thoughts of the heavenly garden, above;
ruling, as its king, was Satin’s cherished duty;
domination of hate; replacing God’s love.

God sent down his son to save all the lost;
without God’s power, his son was alone.
Willingly, the Son paid the terrible cost;
providing the lost a way home.