Mark Green (1957– )
Before you speak, my love, let me recall
That majesty we shared before we found
Something slithering upon this sacred ground.
Ruling as regents in this typal hall,
We knew the laws that governed sacred space
And promised life here in this Sabbath place.
But we stumbled—and just before that fall
Your silent Yes revealed so all could see
Me unprotected as you rejected me.
But now we tremble beneath a bloody skin,
Until One comes to take away our sin.