God made a garden, a fitting home for man.
The crown of His creation,
To rule on earth for Him.
A garden he should care for, to keep it fitting yet.
A steward in God’s place, bringing praise and grace.
At home in this creation, he sought godhead for himself.
Denying God the glory, the glory of obedience,
Bringing pleasure to His maker,
Bringing sin and death instead.
A home he was denied, taken from the Garden,
Cast out to weeds and thorns,
A sense of loss o’er took him.
He ever seeks that garden, that happiness he had.
A yearning for that home, a hunger for that beauty
Which eludes at every turn.
But wilful, turns from God and seeks it in himself.
Seeks it in creation
Turning nature into god.
A sense of man’s true greatness draws him ever on.
But seeing only ruins, ruins brought by sin,
Always turning from that greatness,
Denying it to others, he never finds a home
God longs to bring him home,
Promised it in love to those He holds most dear.
A paradise of glory,
A room within His home.
God yet draws us near, eager to redeem.
Restore a cosmos full of joy, joy and peace in Him,
True Son of God yet man, who died to make all new
And fullfil God’s victory plan.
Now a vale of tears and joy,
At home, yet always travelling,
At home in God who loves us.
A bride adorned for glory, a bride for Son of Man.
A groom who yet awaits us, drawing ever near.
Oh man seek not your glory, the way to sin and death.
Paradise awaits you. Look only up to Him.
A foretaste of that glory, a haven once again.
God dwelling with His people, forever home with Him.
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