Once we walked in the garden of bliss,
A place of wonder and eternal peace,
We walked with God, our hearts full of light,
And everything around us shone so bright.
But then we turned away from that path,
And darkness took hold, and the pain of wrath,
Our hearts grew heavy, and we felt alone,
Separated from God, our true home.
The ache of that separation is deep,
A wound that we cannot help but keep,
Our hearts yearn for that place of grace,
Where God's love can fill every space.
But we are mortal, and we make mistakes,
Our hearts are fickle, our souls can break,
And in that brokenness, we feel the pain,
Of the separation from God's embrace.
Yet still, we reach out with trembling hands,
And hope that God will understand,
And with love and mercy, He will heal,
The wounds that we can no longer conceal.
For in our pain, we still have faith,
That God's love will overcome our mistakes,
And though we may be separated for a time,
One day we will again be in His divine light.
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