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I can taste the fruit of Eve. I’m aware of sickness death and disease. The results of her choices were vast. Eve was the first but she wasn’t the last. If I were honest with myself, had I been standing at that tree, my mouth and my hands would be covered with fruit. Things I shouldn’t know and things I shouldn’t see.
Remind me of this with every decision. Generations will reap what I sow. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know.
She taught us to fear the serpent. I’m learning to fear myself and all of the things I am capable of in my search for acceptance, wisdom and wealth. To say the devil made me do it is a cop-out and a lie. The devil can’t make me do anything when I’m calling on Jesus Christ.
Remind me of this with every decision. Generations will reap what I sow. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know.
To my great-great-great-granddaughter, live in peace. To my great-great-great-grandson, live in peace. To my great-great-great granddaughter, live in peace. To my great-great-great-grandson, live in peace, live in peace.
Remind me of this with every decision. Generations will reap what I sow. I can pass on a curse or a blessing to those I will never know.
Eve was the first but she wasn’t the last.
Generations by Sara Groves. From the album, Conversations. Reprinted with permission.
