Hidden from the mystics whose writings had foretold
With shattering simplicity, the mystery unfolds
A small bouquet of cells becomes a living child
Fathered by the great I AM, a mother; gentle, mild
Nurtured in the shadow of the iron Roman fist
Shunning the dementia no human can resist
Reports of earthly wonders stir the troubled universe
The second Adam suffers to restore the fallen first
Hosanna Hosanna
Breathless wonderment
The perfect sacrament
From the dreadful crags of Zion, and the lowly Bethlehem
The mighty heart of God is pierced as nail pierces hand
The Spirit broods in silence as He did when time was young
The Father turns away from His beloved, tortured Son
Stumbling, with my face toward the twisting, sobbing sky
The dream is reality, through tear-streaked spirit eyes
The wickedness I cherish bruised the One I claim to serve
The horrendous crucifixion, I most richly deserved
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