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...