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Topic: Truth or Dare (08/28/08)
TITLE: The Price of Peace
By Helen Murray
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I spent many wonderful days
Doing everything my heart dreamt of,
In exciting, creative ways,
Till I ventured deep into the garden,
To a mighty, magnificent tree
Whose fruit, though prohibited to me,
Was luscious and juicy to see.
My eyes lingered there on the fruit tree
While a vision in smoothness appeared
Saying, “Do take some fruit for your health’s sake,
If it’s wisdom you deeply revere.”
“Oh, I could not,” so swiftly I answered.
“For there’s prohibition in place.”
“Is there really, when learning’s the object?”
A beneficent smile lit his face!
To learn was always so desirable
That I tasted the sweetness of pride
As the fruit slithered down to my belly
And that of my husband beside.
“Oh, what have we done?” We were wailing
As we walked in the cool of the day
And for the first time in creation
We hid, with the Lord on His way.
We had to do this. We were naked,
Found out in the breaking of trust,
Afraid of our Maker befriended,
Betrayed in that peer-pressure thrust.
Though our bodies were then dressed in goatskin
The factor of trust was destroyed.
Nothing we could do redeemed it.
Our peace and our joy became void.
The boundaries of faith violated
For the sake of a slimy dare,
The lie of false insinuation
Dressed in pride was our newfound fare.
It cost us the beautiful garden!
We wandered the scorched desert sand
Of a life lacking truth and reality,
Where blood flows on greedy demand.
My husband must work for his living.
And woman must learn what it is
To suffer the intense pain of birthing
A child for whom everything she gives.
And blood cries for blood in that desert.
It was God’s Son who came down to pay.
He bought back the Kingdom of Heaven,
The garden we’d roamed till that day.
Oh brothers and sisters, we’re pleading.
Do not play that devilish game
That dares you put faith in the concurrent lie
But costs Life, as at first, still the same.
Return to the land of the faithful tryst
By blood sacrifice bought back
By the one faithful man, the great Son of God.
Yeshua picked up all our flack!
Yeshua, great lover of humankind,
Did not count the terrible cost.
In His vision His bride took pride of place.
Love retrieved the bride He had lost.
Brothers and sisters, keep daily tryst.
With love that will never cease!
Permit no annoyance to steal that time
With the Holy Prince of Peace.
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