It was not so
At the start it was not so
That we did know the stone to throw,
To kill the beasts and men like us,
To think it fine to strike the blow
That spread man's blood upon the dust.
How was it that death entered in?
Cruel killing, how did it begin?
Did not the Tree of Life stand there,
In God's garden where was no sin.
In God's garden where all was fair.
Oh childish man, you swallow lies.
By inner lusts you're hypnotised.
From Father's love you've turned away.
Now broken is the trust that ties,
Broken, the day you disobeyed.
But at the start it was not so,
There where the Tree of Life did grow.
Man walked with God in peaceful groves.
God talked with man that he might know
The Father's love around him wove.
Now is this world a grim war zone,
Where everyone has thrown their stone.
But by the blood poured on the dust
The Father did for us atone
And there is peace for all who trust.