Even before He showed me
The fowls in the sky
The inner me could fly
To communicate with Him.
I ate freely in the garden of Eden
There was a tree,
Tall or short it doesn’t mater
But I rather
Not say I hate
Not having the right to pick
Nor be on the rock to say I ate
Fruit from the knowledge tree of life.
The knowledge tree of life
So seriously attractive, I can’t say
But the day I shall eat of it
Surely, I shall die: so He says.
He is my father
Earthy and heavenly
Why on Eden should I be disobedient
To Him that made me in his own image,
The Knowledge tree never warned me
That sooner or late
I would be beneath it searching for needs
A fig leaf to use as apron.