Dear mother eve, a question for you I have
It’s in me a trouble, a thought I can’t relinquish
So I wonder, what under that tree you were doing?
Why come to such danger even draw nigh?
Poor mother of the world, if only you knew
Of all the trees a shade to take
Only the forbidden close you came
Were there no sycamore trees?
Fig trees neither the Lebanon cedars?
Poor mother if only you knew
I am troubled that so close you came
Not to the tree of life but good and evil
Now we know good, yet evil we became
Probably, I should not blame you
This deception most probably I would yield to
And so this I have learnt from you;
Since my heart so easily falls
And I know it to be my weakness
Then away from sin I must be
Run when I have to, seeking refuge in Him
Dear Lord, teach me the wisdom of Joseph
Hide in me your word to run from sin
Deliver me from this wicked heart to seek holiness
Help me to close my eyes to turn from opportunistic sin
Hide me in your counsel to draw nigh to thee