I am sinful
I am woman
And I am Eve
Every time my womb contracts with pain, I am reminded
I speak with sharpened tongue
And turn a cold shoulder like I have all power
Yet my very heart that pumps my blood is beating to the rhythm of death
My days are numbered
Like a number marking a slave,
Each breath is etched with the mark of death
Life slips away
I am a captive of death, and it is of my own doing
Oh! But I thought the fruit would be sweet
And indeed the serpent promised it would
Decay is in the marrow of my bones
And my blood runs wild with bitterness
Is there no hope?
I am dead and I am dying
This is, after all, just what I deserve
I reached. Grasped. And ate.
My eyes were opened
and I saw that I was naked
Sin takes all goodness, and gives only death
To have Eden again!
To have God.
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Enter the Christ man
Perfection dressed in humble clothes and humble heart
Fully God. Fully man.
He walks through the dust on His journey to the cross
And as His arms are spread, flesh hanging, blood marking the ground of Golgotha,
He reaches, takes hold, and puts the weight of the bite upon Himself
Death is now upon Him
He looks in to the eyes of woman, of Eve
And as His life gives way to death, and then death again to life,
He crushes the head of the deceitful serpent
Sinful woman can be reconciled to holy God
Death has lost
And love has won!