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.