What the fall in Eden unleashed,
The rise near Gethsemane contained.
The sting of death succumbing
To an encircled prickle of thorns.
Painful toil upon a cursed land,
Revealed at last as but a harbinger of
An easy yoke walking upon holy ground.
Turmoil, decay, and death transformed,
Forever cast into flames, unbound.
One tree holding out promise
Of knowledge and life,
And the power to command
The heavans from earth,
Coveted by stealthy rivals