Once, Satan spoke to Eve
And his deception brought her down.
Hath not God said? he asked
For myself, I sing praise
Hath not God brought me up?
Look, a son born of a virgin
The last
The root of David.
How God doth triumph oer thee, Satan
And such beauty, now the shed skin.
For myself, I sing praise to His Glory
Hath not His Glory come to rest?
Look, the lamb of God
Strolling upon the shore of Galilee
How doth Christ triumph oer thee, Satan,
Such brilliance, now shadowed.
I sing God's praise to His Glory
Hath not God come to dwell within?
Look, victory beyond the grave
For look, was he not thrice baptised?
Foolishness of God! Rejoice, you who love him
For Satan plotted the very blow that brought him down
Ordained before foundations were laid.
Look, if you can
This blood brought life to my flesh
This blood running from bruised wounds
Brought health to my body
And communion with God. I have tasted the covenant
God has died. But he will never die again.
I may sleep, but I will never die again
He said, pour out the blood, for the life is in the blood.
It is the life of the body
And his blood is stretched out over my own.
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