Child of Mystery

I am so important, or that's how I behave,
So unlike the Christ I claim to follow
He could've used His power; instead He chose the grave,
Obedient to the Father's faithful calling

Duty, love, and honor turn their eyes to me,
So I may seek the strong, and pure, and noble
But in my land of fancy, I look and do not see
How God's self-sacrifice could make us hopeful

'Cause here's this fragile little boy, a newborn baby--
This is whom the angels said deserves the highest praise
It's so hard for us to see this Child of Myst'ry--
The answer for the ages who had been hidden away . . .
. . . Is now revealed

Years before He let them nail Him to the cross,
He made a choice so many would call foolish
He took on all our weakness, becoming one of us--
It's hard for me to grasp why He would do this

Here is where we start to see complete and full divinity
This strange and holy emptying to fill our hollow hearts

Because this fragile little boy, a newborn baby--
This is whom the angels said deserves the highest praise
It's so hard for us to see this Child of Myst'ry--
The answer for the ages who had been hidden away . . .
. . . Is now revealed