To the mystery

When the Father wanted to show the love He wanted us to know,
He sent His only Son, and so became a holy embryo.

Oh, that is the mystery -- more than you can see.
Give up on your pondering, and fall down on your knees.

As fiction as fantastic and wild -- a mother made by her own child!
A hope the 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, the Creator now must re-create.
And 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.