One God, three in one,
A mystery begun.
Maker, Spirit, Son,
A sacred, unified one.
A promise in the garden's start,
A wound that heals a broken heart.
The serpent's hiss, a venomous dart,
But victory, a brand new art.
A heel to bruise, a head to crush,
A future hope in the silent hush.
Unique, unusual, a loving rush,
God's plan unfolds, with a gentle push.
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