Divine Plagiarism

Sometimes I still hear them singing. // Sometimes I still hear the song.
The lightning still whispers to me. // The light still echoes between the stars.
The oceans, still churning, still teeming with life. // The galaxies, still spinning, still lost in the dance.
The cycles still turn in my blood. // The dance still turns in my spirit.
And I remember. // And I remember.
I remember my garden. // I remember the music.
The foundations of the Earth and everything above, // The expanse of the heavens and everything between,
Placed in my care. // Placed in my care.
The laws of nature, the tools in my hand. // The laws of the universe, the strings on my harp.
The garden grew, and blossomed, and flourished. // The song resounded throughout the universe.
And it was beautiful. // And it was beautiful.

But it went wrong. // But it went wrong.
By my hand. // By the hand of the fallen.
Then there was decay. // Then there was discord.
And the weeds grew, and the cycles ran down. // And the harmony failed, and the dance lost order.
And now I am back here. // And now I am back here.
The world is broken. // The song is broken.
So I now am a laborer. // So now I am a warrior.

I mourn for what has been lost. // I long for what has been lost.
I strain amidst the brokenness. // I fight amidst the brokenness.
I weep aloud for the decay. // I hate the sound of the discord.
But I remember a promise // But I remember a promise

That all things will be made new // That all things will be made new
That the world will be made whole // That the song will be made whole
And my garden will grow and blossom and flourish again // And the song will resound throughout the universe again
The cycles will be restored // The dance will be restored
And in wonder and amazement // And in wonder and amazement
We will join back in the song. // I will join back in the song.

(It looks better parsed... sorry. D.)