From dust, He formed me From breath, I came alive But love, love has a cost He called me life, and I bloomed in the dawn With no pain, no shame, no right or wrong Walked with Him in the garden breeze Everything was whole, just Him and me But I listened too close to a voice untrue Touched what was closed, broke what was new And the fruit that promised more Opened the door, to war Now I know what I lost And the weight of my choice But even in exile I still hear His voice I am dust, but I hold a promise Even fallen, I still see His grace In the pain, a seed will rise One day He'll crush the lie I'm the first, not the end of the story Through the tears, He'll restore glory From my womb will come the King And He will undo everything I named my sons with trembling hands One took life, one fled the land And I wore the grief like a second skin Still hoping for Him to come within I wasn't the villain, I was the door To the need for the Savior we're waiting for And even in the dark of what I became He whispered my name She was called the mother of all But her story's not just about the fall It's about the promise made in the dust That love would bleed, for us I am dust, but I hold a promise Even broken, I'm not erased Through my weakness, He wrote the plan To lift us up by His own hand Through my story, the world will see Redemption isn't just prophecy The seed is coming, the war will end The garden will bloom again She fell But He stood And love, rewrote everything