The Father gave one simple law,
one rule for man to follow,
and yet he grasped for knowledge clear,
he bit, tasted, and swallowed.
He forgot his divine origins,
his spiritual place in a garden of light.
No longer the companion of God,
Man feared to be found by His sight.
Still after all these years,
the command holds true.
It is the only command to be
followed to truly be you.
To embrace your divine inheritance
And join in the glittering dance.
"Touch not the tree of the knowledge of Good and Evil"
After a thousand years, a million?
Who can tell? The darkness still irks man's heart.
He tastes of the fruit and he likes it:
this knowledge of sin, the power of judgment.
How much more important is man now,
with this knowledge firm in his hand?
The problem arises sincerely...
his eyes see not all the land.
He cannot see what God's sight sees,
knows not the inner truths.
He cannot know every reason
or purpose for all that man does.
But still he grasps this knowledge,
holds it to himself tight.
He will not give it up lightly,
and dreams of godly might.
And still the Father waits for us,
aware of all things man is not.
The angel is waiting, its palm outstretched.
Its voice whispering: "Spit it out."