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Exiles From Eden

God came looking for me. What caused Him to find me was not omniscience but compassion. It wasn't His penetrating, all-seeing eyes that revealed me behind the leaves. It was His ears. They had detected a sound theretofore unknown to heaven or earth. He heard the sound of my crying.

I saw a garden whose maker's desire
was to share his Lord's love with all who passed by.
It's beauty was radiant, it's peace was divine,
and try as I might, I could not pass on by.

And it lifted my soul and it broke my heart
for it caused me to know I have wandered so far.
And I ate of the tree and it opened my eyes
to see how we are strangers to paradise.

Walking in the garden I could almost feel
the presence of my Maker in the evening cool.
But the knowledge of my rebellion made just as real
the sight of an angel with a sword of steel.

And exiles from Eden can never be satisfied
with deserts and badlands and urban blight.
But the Maker of Eden said, "I prepare a place..."
for all who repent of their fallen ways.

Tied to a cross was as far as I could be
from the Garden of Plenty with it's life-giving trees.
To my side was a Man who had never known sin
who told me that day I would enter in.

And exiles from Eden can never be satisfied
with deserts and badlands and urban blight.
But the Maker of Eden said, "I prepare a place..."
for all who repent of their fallen ways.

I saw a garden whose maker's Good desire
was to share his Lord's love with all who passed by.

© 1994, Loren Harder

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