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.
