| When the Father longed to show
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| A love He wanted us to know
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| He sent His only Son and so
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| Became a holy embryo
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| That is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees
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| A fiction as fantastic and wild
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| A mother made by her own child
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| A hopeless babe who cried
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| «Was God Incarnate and man deified?»
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| That is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees
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| Because the fall did devastate
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| Creator must now recreate
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| So to take our sin
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| Was made like us so we could be like Him
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| That is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees
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| Oh that is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees
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| Oh that is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees
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| Oh that is the mystery
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| More than you can see
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| Give up on your pondering
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| And fall down on your knees |