The choice is set before us

It’s one that each must make

The Father has been calling

There’s a fruit that you must take

 

The Tree of Life waits patiently

For those who would be sons

And knowledge holds its gleaming fruit

For those who just want fun

 

A son will never speak his own

Yet Freedom’s truly his

The very best and perfect gift

Is what the Father gives

 

Knowledge on the other hand

It glistens like a jewel

Yet those who pick its flashy ways

Now admit that they’re a fool

 

A fool for Christ

I’ll gladly be!

I’ll wear it like a crown

For simply hearing “son well done”

There is no greater sound!