She whispers softly.
He stands an arms-length away.
She calls again.
He holds his reasoned stay.
Its early in the eve, there’s little to fear
Nothing is changing for her around here.
He takes a step downward.
She swims to the other end.
He finally touches the water.
She looks back at this new-found friend.
Its early in the eve, the water appears clear
Nothing suspicious with her around here.
She wades a little deeper.
He follows her reckless path.
She lures him off the shoreline.
He’s committed to her wicked craft.
Its twilight in the eve, light becomes drear
Nothing is as it seems for her around here.
He sputters in the water.
She sees his hands flail to the sky
He gulps down the sour river
She hears him give up and die
Its dark in the eve, the story’s unclear.
Nothing makes sense for her around here.
She is soaked with death’s water
He lies in a crystal cold grave.
She is sick with a new knowledge
He died because she could not behave
Its dark in the eve, condemnation is near
Nothing will erase her sentence here.
He is silent and unmoving
She spends three days crying
He floats to the surface
She lurks three days hiding
Its dark in her heart, there is much to fear.
Nothing can protect her from herself here.
She was still sinning
He victoriously opened his eyes
She couldn’t rule over her own heart
He instead called her justified.
Its black in her heart, but there is nothing to fear.
Nothing can overcome what the Word does here.