See the garden in perfection:(Philip Walker, 2006)
Home of Adam, home of Eve!
See them, in their proud rejection
Of God’s covenant, forced to leave.
Death and sin have come upon us,
Grief and toil, our daily bread;
But praise God for his great promise:
There’ll come one to crush sin’s head!
See the garden, darkness creeping
Into hearts and souls and minds;
See the Man of Sorrows, weeping
At the next day’s dark designs.
See him taste the dereliction
Borne for us upon the tree;
The cup of sin and cursed affliction
He will drain to set us free!
See the garden, day is dawning
On the tomb whose body lives;
See the women, gone their mourning,
Run with joy that Jesus gives!
We in him, by faith, have risen,
Raise a shout of victory;
Praise him for the Gospel given:
Jesus, Lord of history!
The writing of this was occasioned by the BBC hymn-writing competition, but it was a good opportunity for me to express, in a way I'd not tried before, some of the stuff I'd been coming to realise over the preceding months. (18-02-2007: I edited this post title to make it stand in line with further reflections of a similar nature, and added a category.)