Before I was ever a thought within my mother’s mind
I was being formed and I was one of a kind!
Born in near perfection except for just one flaw,
The sin that I was born with, one that I never saw.
‘Original’ they call it, into which I was born.
I know now how it happened when innocence was shorn.
‘Can blame it on my parents,’ that dates way back when
Great Grand, a million times, in a garden it was then
When Eve, in disobedience, picked an apple, took a bite,
Then Adam spit the core out, and that started the fight.
The fight against the elements, once they were put out
When weeds sprung up, choked the crops, and one could hear Cain shout
In anger as he pulled those weeds that never should have been,
But that is the way it was. It all started with sin!
One bright spot is Cain’s brother, who loved the sheep he raised,
Whistled as he herded them and watched them graze!
Why jealousy? Why anger? Too deep to recognize
The devils hand in progress, in Abel’s sad demise!
So this was sin, it was called, contributive to me
From which I could never, never, ever be free.
Until I turn it over to God, my Creator,
And Jesus takes it to the cross much, much later!
But know this was God’s thought before the “world’s foundation”
Was, is, and always shall be, way back, since creation!
Abel’s lamb, the lamb slain, (*) The Lamb of God forever!
Offered me! I accepted, fear of hell? No longer!
(*)” The Lamb slain before the foundation of the world…” Rev. 13:8
Sam Cox 4.29.05