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IT ALL HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN, I KNOW, BECAUSE I WAS THERE (part 1)
by rabbi Jacob Ben Avraham
…..... It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there..........
We were both very happy, the man and I, in the midst of God's perfect garden,
until against Him, did we both defy.
A perfect environment, a gift to us from above, a lovely home, God's gift of love.
Then it happened, the enemy came, deceived me he did, to me he laid claim.
…......And it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.......
From God's forbidden tree I did eat, and so I gave also to my man, through the serpent's subtle deceit.
Cast us both, God did, from His perfect garden bliss, to make our home elsewhere
and this paradise now lost, from the depth of our souls, we so do miss.
….......and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there............
And now in pain, to children, I give birth, and thus because of sin, we are all under
the curse.
But God's redemption we will see, for it is part of His perfect plan, to set our souls
free, by His perfect Lamb.
And God's perfect Lamb, will thus crush the serpent's head, to make an end to the
curse of sin, his blood without blemish, He thus will shed.
….........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because we ALL were there........
Eve
IT ALL HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN (prose type) (Part 2)
….. …...It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...............
It was dark, very late at night, and we had received the orders, to go after the leader,
the leader that presumed himself better than Moses, better than our father Abraham,
he had to be stopped. He would be stopped, there, in the garden.
…....and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...........
I was with the Roman soldiers, we entered the garden, torches in hand, rope, and
chain, ready to pounce of our prey, there, in the garden.
He had a group of 12 which followed him around, one was with us, he would point
him out, he received his wages, 30 pieces of silver, we counted out into his hand.
The man went forward, went straight to his master, their leader, he embraced him
kissed him on the cheek, and I heard him say “raboni”.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there................
The soldiers went forth, with outstretched hands, to take hold of this leader whose
followers called “Yeshua”.
His followers ran, scattered, and out of the garden they all fled, except for one,
One only remained, a wild one he was, with sword drawn, he sprang to life. Before I
knew it, he was upon me, with all fury, with all wrath, eyes blazing with fire. I
tried to avoid him, to get out of his way, but too late, he swung at me, with his sword,
he aimed for my head.
…............and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there....................
I felt a sharp pain, a burning sensation, then the side of my head was wet, wet
with blood, my blood.
I put my hand to the side of my face, and my ear was no longer there, only a small
hole, and pieces of bone, blood, and pain.
But then he came, their leader, their master, their “raboni” he came near to me,
knelt down beside me, and looked me in the eyes, with a look of love, of compassion,
of peace.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...................
He then lifted his hand, and put it to the side of my face, then spoke softly to me,
these words which I will for ever remember; “Peace, be healed”
His touch was light, ever so light, and then the pain was gone, the blood stopped
flowing, he took his hand away, and my ear was made whole again.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there....................
I just sat there, on the ground, there in the garden, I watched as the soldiers bound
him and took him away, with his followers gone, the wild one too, only I remained
alone, in the garden, on that memorable Passover night. I thought, and I thought
who, but the Messiah, could heal such a wound, to make flesh whole again.
I finally got up, I left the garden, returned to my master, the high priest. Should
I tell him what happened this night? There in the garden? How I was attacked,
wounded, then healed? Would he believe me? But I know it to be true, because
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….......It all happened in the garden, and in the garden, I was healed....................
Malchus
Servant to the High Priest Caiphas
by rabbi Jacob Ben Avraham
…..... It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there..........
We were both very happy, the man and I, in the midst of God's perfect garden,
until against Him, did we both defy.
A perfect environment, a gift to us from above, a lovely home, God's gift of love.
Then it happened, the enemy came, deceived me he did, to me he laid claim.
…......And it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there.......
From God's forbidden tree I did eat, and so I gave also to my man, through the serpent's subtle deceit.
Cast us both, God did, from His perfect garden bliss, to make our home elsewhere
and this paradise now lost, from the depth of our souls, we so do miss.
….......and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there............
And now in pain, to children, I give birth, and thus because of sin, we are all under
the curse.
But God's redemption we will see, for it is part of His perfect plan, to set our souls
free, by His perfect Lamb.
And God's perfect Lamb, will thus crush the serpent's head, to make an end to the
curse of sin, his blood without blemish, He thus will shed.
….........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because we ALL were there........
Eve
IT ALL HAPPENED IN THE GARDEN (prose type) (Part 2)
….. …...It all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...............
It was dark, very late at night, and we had received the orders, to go after the leader,
the leader that presumed himself better than Moses, better than our father Abraham,
he had to be stopped. He would be stopped, there, in the garden.
…....and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...........
I was with the Roman soldiers, we entered the garden, torches in hand, rope, and
chain, ready to pounce of our prey, there, in the garden.
He had a group of 12 which followed him around, one was with us, he would point
him out, he received his wages, 30 pieces of silver, we counted out into his hand.
The man went forward, went straight to his master, their leader, he embraced him
kissed him on the cheek, and I heard him say “raboni”.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there................
The soldiers went forth, with outstretched hands, to take hold of this leader whose
followers called “Yeshua”.
His followers ran, scattered, and out of the garden they all fled, except for one,
One only remained, a wild one he was, with sword drawn, he sprang to life. Before I
knew it, he was upon me, with all fury, with all wrath, eyes blazing with fire. I
tried to avoid him, to get out of his way, but too late, he swung at me, with his sword,
he aimed for my head.
…............and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there....................
I felt a sharp pain, a burning sensation, then the side of my head was wet, wet
with blood, my blood.
I put my hand to the side of my face, and my ear was no longer there, only a small
hole, and pieces of bone, blood, and pain.
But then he came, their leader, their master, their “raboni” he came near to me,
knelt down beside me, and looked me in the eyes, with a look of love, of compassion,
of peace.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there...................
He then lifted his hand, and put it to the side of my face, then spoke softly to me,
these words which I will for ever remember; “Peace, be healed”
His touch was light, ever so light, and then the pain was gone, the blood stopped
flowing, he took his hand away, and my ear was made whole again.
…..........and it all happened in the garden, I know, because I was there....................
I just sat there, on the ground, there in the garden, I watched as the soldiers bound
him and took him away, with his followers gone, the wild one too, only I remained
alone, in the garden, on that memorable Passover night. I thought, and I thought
who, but the Messiah, could heal such a wound, to make flesh whole again.
I finally got up, I left the garden, returned to my master, the high priest. Should
I tell him what happened this night? There in the garden? How I was attacked,
wounded, then healed? Would he believe me? But I know it to be true, because
\
….......It all happened in the garden, and in the garden, I was healed....................
Malchus
Servant to the High Priest Caiphas
