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