Eve

Oh, my wicked, wayward heart
Not in paradise content!
Though I had a perfect start,
From the garden I’ve been sent.

One command was all I had,
One fruit only not to eat.
How could I have failed so bad,
Fully blinded by deceit?

Now I suffer for the sin
My temptation got us in.
Gnawing cares consume me now.
Erring children, like a knife,

Pierce my soul and make me bow,
Burdened by the pains of life.
All this wretchedness and grief
Came through wicked unbelief.

Yet there’s hope amidst my pain:
Though my sin has present cost,
Faith can help me to regain
What by unbelief I lost.

Having once His Word withstood,
Can I trust that God is good?
If I trust His goodness here,
Seeking Him and His reward,

Nita Brainard