Eva Dust and Promise

Priscila Prestes

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From dust, He formed me
From breath, I came alive
But love, love has a cost

He called me life, and I bloomed in the dawn
With no pain, no shame, no right or wrong
Walked with Him in the garden breeze
Everything was whole, just Him and me
But I listened too close to a voice untrue
Touched what was closed, broke what was new
And the fruit that promised more
Opened the door, to war

Now I know what I lost
And the weight of my choice
But even in exile
I still hear His voice

I am dust, but I hold a promise
Even fallen, I still see His grace
In the pain, a seed will rise
One day He'll crush the lie

I'm the first, not the end of the story
Through the tears, He'll restore glory
From my womb will come the King
And He will undo everything

I named my sons with trembling hands
One took life, one fled the land
And I wore the grief like a second skin
Still hoping for Him to come within
I wasn't the villain, I was the door
To the need for the Savior we're waiting for
And even in the dark of what I became
He whispered my name

She was called the mother of all
But her story's not just about the fall
It's about the promise made in the dust
That love would bleed, for us

I am dust, but I hold a promise
Even broken, I'm not erased
Through my weakness, He wrote the plan
To lift us up by His own hand

Through my story, the world will see
Redemption isn't just prophecy
The seed is coming, the war will end
The garden will bloom again

She fell
But He stood
And love, rewrote everything