Two women, old and new
One’s flesh tainted, the other’s faith true.
Lovely Eve, with face from God downcast
Clings to shame imposed by her past.
Glorious tresses fail to bring
O’er corrupted flesh full covering.
No passage of time can hide
The death of life she feels inside.
Far from the garden as she may flee
She can’t outrun shame’s misery.
Her labour miscarried, her fruit ill-born,
Love’s light lost leaves her soul forlorn.
Will serpent’s grip forever chase
All hope of freedom from her face?
In expectation and agony she sighs
As one by one, each offspring dies.
But from one daughter a Seed now springs,
An incorruptible life to end Eve’s suffering.
Perfect fruit Mary’s willing womb bears,
Proof to the world its Creator still cares.
Two women meet face to face.
Eve, dammed by law, encounters Mary, full of Grace.
“God is with us,” her feminine form cries.
“Through our seed the serpent crushed, and his lies.”
Take heart, mother, sister, daughter.
Lift up your heads, oh son, brother, father.
The King of Glory comes as gentle Healer
His reign to restore creation’s grandeur.
Eden shall return, only bigger and better;
Christ has come His earth to unfetter.
Sons brought to glory, daughters adorned as a bride
Reigning o’er heaven and earth by His side.
Two women, both mothers of our race,
Look in hope on their newborn baby’s face—
The fulfillment of God’s promise, the hope of life to come—
Leave behind disgrace as they celebrate the Son.