INTELLIGENCE...

My dear Heavenly Father created the trees (Standing so tall in the garden breeze) The Trinity walked with the first of our kin, (Living through The Word, or dying in sin?) 'Bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh;' (A soul formed anew, untangled and fresh)
"Adam! ADAM! Where are you?" Among the leaves, where the shadows reside Hiding my shame with my family near... (It was I, the anointed Cherub, standing here) Around the tree slithered the serpent of old— No, no, no... was she cunning and bold? Now I see, and it seems to be, That this paradise was not meant for me.
He says, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth." Yes, He did it for me, upon the tree, for your iniquity to grant a Holy birth, Accept and live with what was set to be, My only friend, my Rabbi, the second Man upon the scene, The Word himself—cleansing what was unclean. Believe Him or not, The Truth remains whole: In the heavenly realms, there is a battle for your soul:
'The rulers, the authorities, the powers of this dark world, the spiritual forces of evil.'
I would rather not speak; I put on the armor of God by His grace, To withstand the devil and hold my place: Truth as my belt, and Righteousness bright, Peace for my feet, and Faith as my light, Salvation my helmet, The Word as my sword—
Who knows who about Whom?
It was Hope and Death, Love and the Tomb, Theft and Destruction.
Yes...
Grace and Deception.
They claim, "Wipsy the shadow is equal to wise woodsy."
As for me, in Jesus Christ name I stand, A son of God by the Holy Spirit's hand.
As far as I can hear.