Echoes of Eden

Earlier this year I wrote the lyrics to this song, "The Echoes of Eden".  It is probably my best attempt at songwriting (not saying much). In Biblical Theology Class today with Dr. Morales, I was reminded of this song as he talked about Edenic patterns in the Tabernacle etc. The thoughts of Eden that prompted this song ran through my mind again.

A note about the music:  I regret to say I have no audio recording of this song, nor presently any plans of making one.  Basically, this tune is Celtic in nature, with a rising and falling cadence, a high pitch, ideally violin+flute like melody. In short think "Danny Boy" and "Minstrel Boy" and you've got it.

However, I have decided to format it more like a poem so that all have to do is read it and (hopefully) fall in with the cadence.

The Echoes of Eden

There are echoes of Eden

in the tapestry of time

Of Yahweh’s Holy Mountain,

And of paradise sublime

And there’s a longing for Eden,

and the world that was before

For the day when Eden’s echoes are

not echoes any more

On Eden's mountain long ago 

God placed a garden as man's home

Then in this paradise of God

Man was placed, God's praise to laud.

But evil reared its ugly head

Man did as the serpent bid

From the garden he was cast

 But there are echoes of Eden

And the paradise that was

In babbling brooks, in the meadow land

Which groan beneath the curse.

But there’s a longing for Eden,

For the world that was before

For the day when Eden’s echoes are

not echoes anymore

In another garden, Eden's King

Was taken by His enemies

And beaten ‘til His blood ran free

Then nailed with spikes to a bloody tree.

The sacrifice yet to be paid

Was met in full, that awesome day

On the Tree of Life died red

 And there are echoes of Eden,

In Almighty love revealed

In the blood that flows in rivers down 

The cross on Calvary’s hill

Yet we’re still longing for Eden

and the world that was before

For the day when Eden’s echoes are

not echoes any more.

Like Eden’s eastern gate was closed

Across His tomb a stone was rolled

‘Til light burst through that glorious day

From Shoel’s depth, alive He came!

The Conqueror of death was He

Now and always Eden’s King

And paradise He will restore! 

And now the echoes of Eden

Are soon to disappear

From the Empty tomb of Jesus,

See the Sabbath day is near

Yet we're still longing for Eden,

And the world that was before

For the day when Eden's echoes are

Not echoes anymore.

"For the day shall come 

When every knee and tongue

Shall bow and call Him Lord

And in that day, it will be said

That the Echoes of Eden

Are drowned amid the roar

Of a million blaring trumpets

At the coming of the Lord

And the longing for Eden,

For the world that was before

Has been satisfied in fullness, and

The echoes are no more