Sunday, March 15, 2015

The Battle Cry 1991

That Eve was deceived I have no doubt
I am a daughter of Eve, and I was so deceived.

It is said Satan was once beautiful;
And he beguiled Eve in the skin of a subtle creature
How he has beguiled me
In the subtle skin of that which seemed wise
Of that which seemed good and right and expedient
He offered me the seed of knowledge
And stole from me the seed of life.

Be ware, ye maidens soft and fair

So my sorrows and my conception are multiplied
Because when I conceived it was all agony for what I had betrayed
Who can comfort?  How shall I replace my own flesh and bone?

It is to say that Eve is the mother of all living
Yes, she conceived my burning
I burn for the stolen seed
And I cannot rest or find peace until I crush the snakish head.

For you are no more beautiful to me!
You are ugly and I despise thee!
Wicked beyond saving, and I hate thee
Though you bruise my heel
And arm yourself to devour, I will crush your head
For God hath opened my ear to the voice of innocent blood
And I have wept past bearing, beyond understanding
Erase my name, for I will die too
With neither comfort nor hope for such as me
The seed of life was stolen from me
And all I have is bitter, bitter knowledge.
Better that I die with your broken teeth in my bloody heel.

Yes, it would be so, but God has appointed another seed
New life, and henceforth
God's seed remains within  "You shall have another son," he said
And just as the dragon was preparing to swallow me
We are caught up
Stolen from the dragon's jaw
I am given eagle's wings!
Eagle's wings for me!  Beak and talon for thee!

Be ware, old serpent, for now my resolve will never soften
It is backed with my cross
God has vindicated me, and art thou not confounded?
The seed of life, cradled safely in His arms, and I belong to Him
Not thee.

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