The Alpha & Omega Suite

There once lived a man.
Had his story told.
In the book of Moses.
Together with his wife.
Made their home in Paradise.
Among the roses.
Sustained by the hands of God.
Enriched with golden sod.
The Garden grows.
Beauty all around.
Fashioned from the ground.
The River flows.
Still they longed for more.
Craving what was not their own.
Sprouting from a tree.
Believed the serpent's lies.
That eating fru it would open their eyes.
To become a diety.
Aware of their naked state.
Hiding, but too late.
Covering with a leaf.
Separation took place.
Affects our entire race.
The cause of grief.
Death unleashed, not contained.
Lost so much, nothing gained.
Free to sin, flesh is stained.
Look at us, can't you see!?
We were raised up to lofty heights where we did dwell.
But we plummeted so low when we fell.
In a flash, we turned our back.
How easily we were deceived.
We welcomed sin.
The accuser's lie we received.
How quickly our future dashed upon the rocks below.
We are children of their wicked ways, you know.
Why? We might ask.
We had all things within our grasp.
All good things can never last.
So down to hell our soul was cast!
Now we are: So arrogant, So haughty.
So vainly confident, So full of self.
We will not repent.
Living under the curse.
Adam's son only made things worse.
And set the stage.
His hand did strike the blow.
Caused a brother's pure blood to flow.
Burning with heated rage.
Violence increased with pride.
A flood did slow the tide.
Finished the golden age.
Put our self on a pedestal.
Built the Tower of Babel.
Turned another page.
Poor man's lamb we stole.
Yet we had so much power, wealth & gold.
Taking all we could.
Lied to the Holy Ghost.
Gave to God but for us kept the most.
Didn't do what we should.
By our hand we killed the prophets.
Knew the truth but tried to stop it.
Love misunderstood.
With betrayal our guilt increases.
Messiah sold for thirty pieces.
On a cross of wood.
Got up off the ground.
Took an awkward look around.
Things no longer appeared the same.
The road which had been clear.
Blurred into conflicting lanes.
Each road branched off many different ways.
Paths leading home, so they claimed.
But we gave it all away.
Freely given to that man of shame.
We're doomed to live in ignorance.
Eyes wide open but cannot see.
Ears which hear but deafly blocked.
Knowing there must be something
more. Thinking we're good 'cause our
standard is not the Lords’.
Oh, our ways are not the Lords’!