Whispers in the garden air, Light was pure, no shadow there. Hands that touched eternity, Hearts unbroken, wild and free. But the serpent’s tongue was sweet, Truth and lies beneath their feet… We fell — we broke — we bled from grace! Yet mercy called us by our names. The gate was closed — but love remains! And Heaven burned to light our way! Eyes were opened, hearts grew cold, Ashes where the fruit once glowed. Still the voice came through the flame: “I will come and bear your shame.” We are dust — but made divine! Through the blood, the curse resigns! Adam’s fall — but Christ’s design, The garden blooms in hearts revived! From Eden’s tears to Calvary’s tree, The story ends in victory. The sin that tore, the cross restored — What once was lost is lost no more. We fell — we broke — we bled from grace! But Heaven never turned its face. The gate was closed — but love remains! Forever found in endless grace!
