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Two Adams Met in Me

Two Adams met in me.

The first enslaved; the Other set free.

The serpent blinded my first father to God’s glory;

Yet Seed of woman crushing his head is now my story.

One man, from a living tree, brought me death;

One Man, on cursed tree, gave me life and breath.

The first man’s nakedness became my shame;

The last Man’s exposure removed all the blame.

One took me from a garden to the wilderness;

The Second turned heart desert into a land of bliss.

The first Adam brought me sweat and tears;

The Second sweat blood to take away my fears.

Yes, two Adams have met in me.

The first is dead and dying


The Other is giving me life



Acknowledgment: This poem was generated when my daughter Emory read to me a line from John Donne’s “Hymn to God, My God, in My Sickness.”

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  1. Excellent pastor Barry!

    April 5, 2013

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