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