The curse
Adam and Eve came under the curse, for they had sinned against the Lord through whom all life began
He had to work hard and sweat, thorns and thistles would hinder him
Eve would labor at birth with effort and pain
All because she had talked back to the deceiver of man
In my mind lives a stronghold that says real work is hard
It can never be fun, its part of the grey dark buildings
After every school I went a new building, dark and serious looked ahead
After my wedding, no difference, there was no good building connected to the heart
Jesus went to the cross and hang there for you and me
To carry the curse of thorns, sweat and painful labour
By the stripes He received my sickness was healed
And through His knowledge of the Father I am set free
New buildings arise, with colours and sparkling gold
A place in the house of the Father, created by Jesus himself
A temple for the Holy Spirit, my body is His dwelling place
Through the Word, my heart will revive where it was stone cold
finished at 23-02-06