Unashamed and naked in a garden that has never seen the rain
Rulers of a kingdom full of joy and never marred by any pain
The morning all around them seems to celebrate the life they've just begun
And in the majesty of innocence the king and queen come walking in the sun
But the master of deception now begins with his dissection of the Word
And with all his craft and subtlety the serpent twists the simple truth they've heard
While hanging in the balance is a world that has been placed at their command
And all their unborn children die as both of them bow down to satan's hand.
Then just before the evening in the cool of the day
They hear the voice of God as He is walking
They can't abide His presence now, so they try to hide away
But still they hear the sound as He is calling:
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"Adam, Adam, where are you? Adam, Adam, where are you?
Adam, Adam, where are you?"
In the stifling heat of summer now the gardener and his wife are in the field
And it seems that thorns and thistles are the only crops their struggles ever yield
He eats his meals in sorrow 'til he sinks in to the dust whence he came
But all down through the ages he can hear his Maker calling out his name
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And though the curse has long been broken
Adam's sons are still the pris'ners of their fears
Rushing helter skelter to destruction with their fingers in their ears
While the Father's voice is calling with an urgency I've never heard before
"Won't you come in from the darkness now before it's time to fin'lly close the door?"
"Adam, Adam, where are you?
Adam, Adam, where are you?
Adam, Adam, I love you!"