The word, made flesh calls us as one.
Separate in body and mind, yet one in spirit.
Though shades oft compel the illusion of a fractured whole,
Glory's sun compels self to unite as substance within the glamor of accidents.
Compelled through man's first wrong to revel in what divides
We, through earthly treatment - ill and toil,
find solace not in imagined difference but in oneness.
As by Thy Son, faith's shades' dark night is dispelled,
We come to see not our worldly division, but more fully thy face reflected.
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