The Fallen Exposed

THE FALLEN EXPOSED

The Crafty, Cheating Snake

I found him. The low life.

The snake that slithered into the garden — not with fangs, but with flattery.

He didn’t steal — he bargained.

He whispered of more and made the holy seem not enough.

But I traced his trail back — past shame, past seduction, to the breach he carved in the soul of the woman.

And there, I bruised his head.

Not by striking, but by standing.

Not in rebellion — but in return.

I came out of the tree of knowledge, where judgment plays both hero and villain.

And I stood in the Tree of Life — where only two have stood before.

His voice has no hold here.

And the spirit of the Lord says, COME!

Taste the fruit and see that it is good.