Fault Lines

Fault Lines

Standing in the garden - resting in the cool of the shade,

It was their choice, it was plain as day

Staring at the fruit, the words echoing in their heads

Whatever was going through their thoughts,

We all know where the actions led,

I can almost hear Adam saying…

I think we’ve crossed a line

Suddenly this fruit we’ve tasted

Doesn’t seem so sweet

Though our eyes have been opened

It’s only death we see.

Can’t say you didn’t warn us

Can’t say you didn’t guide

Yet all the same we chose the lie

If life’s moments read like pictures

I wonder what you’d make of this

When we’ve wandered way beyond the limits 

We say we want to make things better

We say we’re ready to move on

To live like tomorrow’s grander

If we can make it to the dawn

but it isn’t just our thinking,

Or our minds that we have lost…

I think we’ve crossed some line

Somewhere in the sand

Where what once was common sense

now seems hard to understand.

We’ve chosen to bend and crawl

When we had the chance to stand

I think we’ve crossed some line, 

And somehow things got out of hand.

and it doesn’t make a difference, how we wish things could have been.

It doesn’t change our standing, it doesn’t fix things again

It seems we’ve crossed some line

And things can never be the same

We can’t just pack these bags and go back from whence we’ve came

How quickly we’ve lost even the illusion of control

And if it was up to me, I’d step right back across

Hoping foolishly that perhaps no one saw me on the other side

A momentary misjudgment,

After all it wasn’t by much this time

I’d minimize the damage, of the innocence that was lost.

But what’s happened here is not easily undone

What’s done I’m afraid is done.

I think we’ve crossed some line

This giant fault of wayward pride

The hubris of propping up something that’s already dead inside

Whether flesh or bone, it could never have survived.

But for us he crossed a line,

Not just some marker in the sand

a chasm wider than we will ever fully understand

What started in the garden, still haunts this life today

Through tragic ends, love still wins and will be made well one day