The juicy Mackintosh she had to taste!

One bite; the serpent said she would not die.

Instead she ate and lived, God told a lie;

although her life on death, not God, now based.

The gap between herself and God so great

who could trust a One so far above!

Would the Infinite perceive her little love?

Would she, so small, forever have to wait?

Better to control the vast and empty space

with initiative, attend to business

on the self depend; not God’s promises.

She silences the haunting voice of grace.

Her offspring, launched upon an open sea

now struggle with the waves most horribly.