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
The 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
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
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...