WHEN BLINDS ARE DOWN AND CURTAINS DRAWN

When blinds are down and curtains drawn,
I go like day that I was born.
My skin from clothing gets relief,
Without as much as a fig leaf
On top of my God made glory
Only God and house spiders see
(Until perhaps I meet one day
Someone who shares love of that way).
This is what freedom is to me,
Enjoying own home's privacy,
Connecting with the Eden roots
Of Adam-Eve in birthday suits.
Their misunderstood nudity
Was symbol of the purity
Man with God was made to relate;
Naked was how He did create -
Before that pesky subtle snake
Brought to that simple trust a break,
Causing the first couple to fear
The way their bodies did appear.