The Serpent and the Savior
The serpent’s cold unblinking gaze doth pierce her thoughts within
through pupils moist as morning dew,
yet innocent of sin.
Yet clean in calm contentedness,
yet free from self’s desire,
till writhes around the woman’s heart
the promise of a liar…
“Though Eden’s realm be truly filled, yet wanton is your life.
Seek not the peace of grateful heart
but fill yourself with strife.
See not the goodness roundabout,
but let yourselves rebel
beyond perceptions blessed by God
that you be gods as well.
Delude thyself till ends of time in ways which you believe.
Let dark perspectives chain your soul,
that ever may you grieve.
Be cursed throughout eternity
to struggle in your plight.
Be thus condemned with all your seed
to live without His light.”
The Savior’s warm and cleansing Word comes down to fallen men.
From cosmic realm to hardened heart,
He calls us back again.
By gift of tortured sacrifice,
to break the serpent’s grip,
through Holy Blood on human heart
the coils start to slip…
“Though primal sin hath tore your soul, think not yourselves condemned.
For by the gift I offer you
may spirits start to mend.
Your countenance shall yet again
be lifted to the height
which ancients knew before they felt
the serpent’s poison bite.
Come out of her my people now, return yourselves to me.
I walk the path of blood alone
to lead the captives free.
I give myself as sacrifice
that men may touch the face of God