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