What a fleeting moment is
The spirit of our breath;
The length of days for every man
Brings with it certain death.
For, from the moment we are born
We then begin to die,
And all because of Eve
Who believed the Serpent's lie.
For when Adam tasted of the fruit
That the Lord our God forbid
Death's sentence passed upon all man
Sin's nakedness was not hid.
Now, in the Adam that was first
Creation groans in sin;
But in the Adam who is last
Eternal life we win !
Each Adam is a corporate man;
The first from earth is death
But the last Adam, from heaven came
To impart the Spirit's breath.

Romans 5:1-15

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