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