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