At the dawn of time, there was the
Word,
the life which was the breaking light
of day.
His voice we've seen, his very flesh
we've heard,
he makes the shattered shadows break
away.
God have mercy on us all, a man
was born: not the light, and yet a light,
not the Word, and yet a voice,
drenching and drenched in the desert
streams
to prepare the path of dawn.
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