In Bodies of the Lord's Design

The truth descending we must weave

Into the fabric of our lives,

Rework the pattern frayed and torn

Of tattered self that yet survives

Misuse throughout the centuries.

Evolving garment of our fate,

The soul in an outdated dress

Knows the hour and the date

When from the cosmic loom of life

A new apparel we shall wear,

Shed our costumed ignorance,

Be done with all this masked affair.

Clothed in light, by love renewed

This human model redefine,

A golden hue suffusing all

In bodies of the Lord's design.