Trading Innocence

There was a time of honest innocence
Where life was fine, my God was near
But then I got this wicked notion
To trade my innocence and lose my ignorance

I could not accept who God had made me
It's often difficult to be a creature
So I reached out and took from that tree
The fruit of knowledge, oh curiosity!

Here I stand in a garden full of trees
I hold in my hand, the only fruit not for me
Oh dear God, when will I see?
True strength embraces innocence; that's humility