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A Child’s tale

Taste and see the goodness of God

Instead we taste mixed blessings of sod

A serpent’s tale told hidden 'truth'

And the gates of hell are unloosed


Our tastes contaminated by our tears

As our only hope becomes our fears

Hiding from each other and God

Waiting in fear our return to the sod


Pain and despair become our lot

Our only legacy our burial plot

Age and aging take their toll

As grasping ages forward roll


First made God’s Word do twist

First born to God raise a fist

Murder moves from heart to hand

And blood stains the weeping land


An endless cry of eternal despair

What to me my brother’s care?

Divorced from others breeding strife

Divorced of meaning from all life


The line of murders has begun

As darkness exists under the sun

Despair cries from broken heart

Wounded by death’s horrid dart


Brother’s kill brother’s to begin

But borders cannot contain our sin

Different, alike it doesn’t matter

Murders master brings disaster


Tears cannot wash away the blood

Though they match flood for flood

Blood stains cover our very soul

Is there no hope to make us whole?


Another Child born into life’s fray

Came to wash sin’s stain away

Tears no good against sin’s flood

Child covers with His own blood


The blood of a Heart holy and pure

Becomes mankind’s hoped for cure


The victim of murder this Child

Conquers murders master so wild

Lifted above sin’s dark stain

Lifted hope to mankind again


Through a Child forgiveness will reign

This Child’s blood removes the stain

Murder’s master revenge so wild

Now attacks the helpless Child


Children’s blood through fingers flow

So our land is filled with dark woe

Turn to the Child who removes the stain

And you will be whole once again



 

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