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The Roles of a Son

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Her psychedelic eyes belong to His covenant community.
Her hair, dyed rainbow, does not disobey His ancient commandments.
Our blood manifests diverse.
Our hearts pump distinctive.
Our calls erupt unalike.
Yet the Christians are one.

His posture is stoic and his minstrel monotone.
His tie is perfectly straight, and his hair sliced parallel to his forehead.
Our demeanor displays poles apart.
Our faces gaze toward different angles.
Our breath is thick or thin.
Yet the Christians are one.

Yeshua is between two condemned men, robbers and thieves.
He is the only one born sinless and must hold himself up, if he wishes to breathe.
The Son of God asks for forgiveness.
The Son of Man asks for forgiveness.
The Son asks for forgiveness.
And the Christians are one.

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