It was put into the Garden,
Everlasting happiness had been promised.
And with one bite from Adam
It had been compromised.

Taken from the ground below
Where thorns and thistles grew,
The gift God had bestowed
Had then gone askew.

Imperfection filled us from then,
And now we are dying every day.
We are haunted by our sins,
Even though his Son was sent to take them away.

There's little meaning to the life we are living currently,
Where sorrow and troubles are all around.
But our Father has promised, oh so fervently
That soon he will once again be crowned.

He will take back what belongs to him
And peace will be in our midst.
Real hope is on the brim,
And our God will have the wicked in his fists.

An abundance of joy there will be.
Just imagine the time that's soon to come!
We shall dance through the trees,
And we shall never fear no one.

Perfection will have its abundance,
And your hand will be in mine.
Look now, here is our chance!
This is the truest hope one can find!

Let us run through this system,
Smiles and praises despite the pain.
I'm imagining my time with you under the Kingdom,
When our God has begun his reign!