In desert’s barren, scorching light,
The Tempter came in shadowed might,
To Christ alone, no fruit to yield,
He stood as Eden’s fate revealed.

The serpent’s hiss then echoed clear,
In Eden’s garden, whispered near,
To Eve and Adam’s fragile trust,
The taste of sin would turn to dust.

Christ faced the thirst, the hunger’s sting,
While Satan’s words would promise kings,
A kingdom vast if He would bow,
Yet Christ refused the venom’s vow.

In Eden’s shade, the serpent wove,
Deception sweet, the self to prove,
Eat fruit of knowledge, rise as gods,
But fell they did, beneath the odds.

Both stood alone against the snare,
One in the garden’s tender care,
One in the desert’s ruthless frame,
Both wrestled sin, temptation’s claim.

Christ wielded scripture’s sacred sword,
While fruit betrayed by serpent’s word,
His fasting met with faith’s bright shield,
The first with doubt, the last revealed.

The first slew trust with doubt’s deceit,
The second crushed defeat complete,
Where Adam’s fall beguiled mankind,
Christ’s stand gave hope for humankind.

Desert winds and garden’s breath,
Both sites where life met close to death,
One loss gave sin its painful grip,
The other loosed its final whip.

Eve’s apple, sweet in morning light,
Brought darkness spilling through the night,
Christ’s silence spoke a stronger claim,
To rise and cleanse our fall from shame.

Temptation’s dance from first to last,
In shadows deep, the die was cast,
Yet hope renewed from one who stood,
A conquering love, and holy good.