"Better Late Than Never"

In a garden green a peaceful scene of squirrels playing
jumping, darting around seeing acorns lying on the ground
behind the Gardener picking apples from the holy tree of wisdom.
His love shining bright for Adam and Eve wandering through the vines,
tangled tight to protect the entrance to the holy tree on the mountain high -

God reigns supreme in his vision of being better late than never now,
but too late the evil in a serpent slithering by with his vision of mankind.
“Hello Eve, a lovely day to pick an apple from the tree of life, to live in love
all naked as you are for Adam, seeing your beauty and making love to you,
here in the garden where your children are safe to play happy little games.

No need to pray the words the Gardener teaches you on your knees,
so pretty when I see you dancing down by the pool where I hide away
not trusting a warning from the Gardener, that he will banish me to hell
for the lies I told to you and Adam, while living here without your family.
Oh no! Here he comes sneaking up on us where to now and hide away?”

There in truth - God declared the garden closed forever more.
Man will roam the earth and plough the ground on knees to plant seeds,
while the serpent quarrels away the reason to fight a war to rule the earth.
“Come! We all speak the same language let us bake the bricks for a tower
high in the clouds to heaven, that we may rule the earth with fire and explosives.

Strapped around our children the martyrs who will force the world to bow to us.”
God on high disturbed by the noise from below issued a command to the wind
blowing there into a million languages, confusing the rabble into madness, falling
into the plains of Babylon. Their tower ripped apart by the angry cyclone crying
with sweet vengeance, cursing the unbeliever to hell and back, burned black.

This image for all to see the power of God, angry that he ever conceived man
in his nature, tarnished now to hide away and cry.” I will destroy this earth
and build it with faith in the new heaven beyond the moon and the stars,
my cross on high the sign of my Son the Gardener who died for you
to rise again, and forgive your sins in this paradise garden.”