They didn’t have to starve themselves. The tree of life was there,
Staring them right in the face, to eat from and to share.
They didn’t have to sweat for food to give their stomachs rest.
Perfection stood before them, yet it put them to the test.
Would knowledge not be better, to be clothed with intellect’s crown,
Two gods extraordinary set apart to fame, renown?
The serpent tempted them to trust in their own righteousness.
“A pedestal to pride is what you need to have success.”
“A taste of good and evil? You can handle it for sure!
Self-denial can kill, but man-made knowledge rings secure.”
And so, instead of eating from the precious tree of life,
They chose the pretty looking fruit which led to blame and strife.
But it made them self-conscious. Body shaming had begun.
They felt the need to cover up, their nakedness to shun.
For suddenly they saw themselves as open to attack,
With skin that lacked protection both in front and in the back.
The possibility of getting hurt became quite real,
For knowing evil showed them what their flesh so soft might feel
If hit by birds or bugs or germs they couldn’t even see.
To think they could have eaten of the tree of life for free!
For evil happens when somebody says “I’m in control!”
And tries to take upon himself the Holy Spirit’s role,
Attempting to bring good from evil which he claims to know.
But mankind simply wasn’t meant to probe such depths of woe.
In pride rejecting grace, man claims to know so very much
But in his wisdom acts the fool, rejecting Jesus’ touch,
Declaring in his willful ignorance that he’s the boss.
Oh Lord, please help him see the tree of life that bore the cross!