'The Fruit will not Win' says the Lord

Gasping for breath, like daggers it flows
Down, down, down, ever it goes
And prickles the sting of skin I now feel
And a self I know, new beat of my will
O Father, my Father! I don’t want to trust
Why place that tree in the midst of us?
But you are God and I am man
You are God and I am man!
Thirsty and breathing daggers
For I am alone; without you
We are alone
I cannot see Father.
It is dark and I am scared!
I’m sorry Father, I’m so sorry I did not trust you.
Come get me Father! Come get me, I want to go home.
I’m tired Father, I’m so tired and bloody and sore.
I’m in such pain Father.
Your family is in such pain.
We’re sorry Father.
Oh we’re so sorry for what we did.
Please don’t stay angry…

And across the barren desert, the thirsty and dangerous void, comes a breath like water,

Comes a spirit like grass and springtime,
Love comes, love I do not deserve,
And whispers in tears, with light kisses it embraces my soul,
 
‘I am coming my child…stay where you are. I’ll come get you.’