The Mystery
When the Father longed to show
A love He wanted us to know
He sent His only Son and so
Became a holy embryo
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
A fiction as fantastic and wild
A mother made by her own child
A hopeless babe who cried
Was God Incarnate and man deified
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Because the fall did devastate
Creator must now recreate
So to take our sin
Was made like us so we could be like Him
That is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Oh that is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Oh that is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees
Oh that is the mystery
More than you can see
Give up on your pondering
And fall down on your knees