Lady Eve, dear Mother of our Race
You gaze on your Son’s face
Born of your daughter to redeem your Fall
To save you with all your children
As He has made us His brethren
And re-opened Eden once and for all!
Lady Eve, Mother of Man, rejoice!
Put gladness in your voice
For the fellowship you lost at the Fall
Is given again as kinship
And the rights which from you were stripped
As inheritance are now given to all!
Well may you grieve over our sorrows
Tenderly view our woes
Yet be glad, for your Maker hears your prayer
We, your children, shall not lament
Our mother’s fault, but see it unbent
And the Shekinah upon Eden fair.
Copyright 2020 Raina Nightingale