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Eden was paradise on Earth,
Where God placed Adam and Eve,
So perfectly beautiful their birth,
Then the time came to leave.
Flaming swords guard it now,
Nobody allowed to tend again,
Happened it did, but how?
Sin entered the world back then.
Perhaps God will restore landscape,
Once ready to place others in,
Until then we pray for escape,
And to overcome dreaded sin.
The Garden of God still exists,
Languishing with purpose and plans,
For God's children persists,
Flourishing as little lambs.
Paradise now like a wilderness,
Who wants to flee in order to be,
They are those the most serious,
That will get through to see.
Three and a half years to come,
Where will we be for 42 months,
Until Tribulation is done,
And victory over death is won.
Eden is calling to me,
Dramatic parting of fiery flames,
Enter You faithful and see,
The restored valleys and plains.