What was made perfect became imperfect That which was on high fell down low That which was good became bad All good things became new And al things became bad For fall had come
They had to leave the place where they had dwelled To become strangers in this strange world Never to enter that garden in which they had once lived The gate to be guarded by an Angel for ever Never again to enter this Paradise lost For fall had come
The core of a fruit lay on the ground And naked people stand trembling Hiding from their loving Creator Fearing the effect of their disobedience Imagining a false god Recreating their Creator
Creating their own Creator in their created minds One that was angry and impatient One that was vengeful and paining Not one of love and grace Not one of endless mercy and endless knowledge Their Creator only loved them, His creation
For their protection, they were exiled Becoming strangers in a strange land Wandering East of Eden Where the winter would come The winter with all its ravages And the freeze would choke the people of the land But after the terrible winter comes the warmth of spring
They became darkened in their understanding Alienated from the life of God For their ignorance and hard hearts They were born of flesh And flesh they remained Through the fall and the winter But when spring arrives So does the recreating of all things And things will be made new Sad things will come untrue
Men remember the fall Fallen men and redeemed men alike remember The fruit from the tree condemning But only the men redeemed know what is to come That in due time a fruit from the vine would save