ONE WAY

               What should we make of us, the highest up
               On Mother Nature’s Earthly chain of being?
               Did not our Maker mean for us to sup
               With angels and but follow His decreeing?

               Yet that benign behest we disobeyed
               By lusting for a fruit that He’d forbidden,
               Which meant that soon our status would degrade
               As from that glorious garden we were chidden.

               Is there no way we mortals might return
               To that perfection which we once had known,
               Or are we now and always doomed to burn
               In Hell, forever more to weep and groan?

                    There is one way to come to blessed accord:
                    Just give your soul to Jesus, our dear Lord.

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