The brightest day in a garden
The accuser darkened and marred.
The tree of life was forbidden
Secured by the cherubim’s guard.
Another dark day in a garden
When God, for me, fell on HIs face.
And sweat fell as blood for my pardon
Could it be, at the tree, yet a place?
The dawn of redemption has broken.
A tomb’s stone has rolled from its head …
And sweet angel voices have spoken.
The living lie not with the dead!
The tree of life stands in a garden
Near a throne in the midst of the street
No cherubim stands in the east now
But covers my God’s mercy seat.
A garden, a tree….but forbidden for me.
Till the trembling earth gave up its prey.
The accuser is done and the Victor has won
And the cherubim taken away.