This My Soul

A voice came and spoke to the silence

The words took on beauty and form

The form took its shape as a garden was born

Then man from the dust came reflecting

All goodness and beauty and life

But he lowered his gaze

As he listened to the face of low desires

This my soul you were born

You were born into

What this man has done

It all extends to you

Let the words shake on down along your spine

And ring out true that you might find new life

The voice came and swords blocked the garden

None could return with their lives

A curse there was placed upon every man to face

For all of time

No wisdom of man or rebellion

Could deliver new life out of death

But the voice with the curse

Spoke a promise that the word would take on flesh

This my soul you were born

You were born into

What this man has done

It all extends to you

Let the words shake on down along your spine

And ring out true that you might find

Then the perfect son of man

Took the place the voice had planned

Since the garden and before

He took the swords and cursed the grave

There's nothing more to separate us from the promise

The words of a living hope

And this my soul you were born

You were born into

What this man has done

It all extends to you

Let the words shake on down along your spine

And ring out true that you might find