Each wedding royal, king and queen at the feast,
to rule God's creation, bringing praises to Him.
Praises from nature, each adding its theme.
An anthem of glory to bring to its King.
Godly fruit called forth, multiplying praise,
A fruit bringing joy,
abundance for Him, maker of all.
A garden to walk in with man without sin.
Man turned from his Maker, having thoughts of his own,
to rule as he pleased, even over his soul.
This never was his and died without Him
whose breath called forth life to rule over all.
Tree of Life now forbidden to nourish his soul.
Thrust out of the garden, no hope of return.
Was this the end, no hope at all?
Was God yet Redeemer and Maker as well?
Perhaps Redeemer the name He loves best,
Saviour of men, loving them yet.
A king who died so that slaves can now reign,
Reign by His side as glorified men.
Genesis 3
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