4 acessos
They were children in the garden
Naked and unashamed
Masters of a paradise
A snake slithered in
And told tempting lies
Adam ate to his demise
Sorry, it's true
He had to die for me and you
I'm so sorry, it true
Now His love will see us through
Forty days on a mountain
God and man alone
Gathering ten laws in stone
Well the people grew restless
Waiting down below
They praised an idol made of gold
I can try to do it alone
But without the blood of Christ there's no hope