
Out of the ground The Lord planted a garden And came I and ruined the garden Out of the ground The Lord made every tree grow And they are pleasant to our eyes I came and cut it down I came and burned it I came and built with it I came and use it as a weapon

Thank you 🙂
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Your title evokes so many memories for me and your poem is spot on as usual!
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Thanks, and all glory to the Lord.
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