Mystery Divine
Thank You, Father, for Your Son, born to Mary here on Earth,
Yes, the long-awaited Saviour who came via virgin birth.
The promised Lion of Judah, spotless, sacrificial Lamb,
Who displayed on Golgotha the heart of the great I AM.
From the manger to the cross this Redeemer of the world,
The fate of every human in anointed hands had held.
But glory hallelujah! He the victory attained,
Now grace that covers sinners, their repentance can see claimed.
What such sacrifice and love, what a mystery Divine,
That He who rules the cosmos gave His life for yours and mine.
No, this we cannot fathom, it’s beyond our mortal ken,
Thus lips can’t do it justice, nor skilled flourish of the pen.
Oh, Lamb of God so worthy, whose innocent blood was shed,
Whose bruised and battered body took my punishment instead,
How could I not follow You given all You’ve done for me,
A sinner so unworthy of that act that set me free.
Oh, Rock of my salvation, I await Your trumpet call,
But while on Earth I await, help me surrender my all.
I, like Paul, daily struggle with the selfishness in me,
’Cause I was born a sinner, and hence my great need of Thee.
Oh, Prince of Life, King of Peace, and prophesied Messiah,
May Your blood shed on the cross lift my gaze ever higher,
May the life I live each day clearly show what You desire,
May Your love burn in my heart like a well-fed, well-fanned fire.
So thank You, Father, for Your Son, who came, died, and arose,
Yes, that Babe, that Carpenter, that Saviour who my cross chose.
How I long to see His face — oh, how tears will fill my eyes,
Tears of joy unspeakable, tears for marks I recognize.
By Lance Landall
This poem was upgraded on 7 December 2022.