Mystery

He looked up at his bride with the tears in his eyes.
"How could she have chosen me?  Am I the man I need to be?"
And he knew as he cried, his life was touched by the Divine.
How could love be so complete?  It's a mystery.

He was born in the night, and she gazed at the sight
Of her son in her arms.  She was stunned, she was awed.
And she knew as she cried, her life was touched by the Divine.
How could love be so complete?  It's a mystery.

"Don't lose hope," their friends say.  "Though she's so sick, we will pray."
They look down full of fear.   She opens her eyes, they draw her near.
And they knew as they cried, their life was touched by the Divine.
How could love be so complete?  It's a mystery.

Now we see dimly in a  mirror, catching a glimpse of only a part.
Someday we'll understand the greatest love the world has known, 
The love of our Savior's heart.

He came to love, heal the sick, touch the weak, and forgive.
He was the Truth, the great I Am, the Author of Life, the Son of Man.
And He hung, and He died on that tree where he cried, 
"Now my love is made complete."  Share that mystery.
Share the mystery.   

©2005 Jennifer C. Shaw