It is quite a mystery
Why He bled and died for me.
Why from heav’n to earth He came,
All to take my sin and shame.
And not only did He take
My sin and die for my sake,
But He also made me be
Righteous before God, as He.
Now He as I, and I, He.
This is the great mystery.
One with Him forevermore,
Makes me wonder why? What for?
Why would He give up so much
To become a filthy wretch?
And why give me all for free,
All the stuff of royalty?
What He says is pretty clear,
If you have the ears to hear.
Love for us is why He came;
To the glory of His name.
For greater love hath no man,
Than He who came by the plan
Of the Father, and who gave
His life for my soul to save.
This life is like a wedding cake;
It’s all thought through before you bake.
And every detail must be right
Or one mistake could kill the night.
But then the wedding roles around
Where everyone is gathered round
And no one seems to care at all
Or even notice one small flaw
About the cake, which was before
Examined so intently for
The proper look, and feel, and taste,
Even the texture of the paste!
But now the guests don’t seem to care;
They eat it the thing with joy to spare.
The bride and groom, and the planner,
Even they have lost the manner
They once displayed about the cake,
Which now they all at once forsake,
And act as though they never cared,
About the cake or how it fared.
Yet if they’d known that what they feared
Would come to pass (the cake was smeared!)
They surely would have raised some hell
And moved both heav’n and earth as well,
To guarantee the perfect sight,
To make for sure the cake was right.
And so it is with what we see
In life and sociology.
The thing performed is not the same
As what was planned before the game.
Yet those around don’t seem to care;
They only know of what is there
Before their face and all the rest,
So just get up and do your best.
Come to me, my Savior said
Lift your eyes and lift your head
What you think needs help or care
It won’t last, don’t waste a prayer
But what about this thing right here
This, He says, is it – draw near
This is the thing that matters most
Forget your lot, your mind, your boast
My Glory, son, matters most of all
In this pursuit you’ll find your call
Perhaps your lot may fall in line
But only here will you be mine
And so it goes, the toil of life
So much confusion, so often strife
But in the end, it matters not
Forget your self, your life, your lot
There’s another story being told
Of Creator God, the One of old
Of time and space, the universe
Of a garden rich, but then a curse
Of an evil world, destroyed in wrath
Of a remnant saved, a glorious bath
Of a man called out, by faith traveled west
Of a family through whom all will be blessed
Of bondage and slavery, captive then free
Of law from the mountain, of sorrow and glee
Of a king who ruled, mighty and just
Of wisdom and wealth, of fairness and trust
Of a man born lowly, in a dirty cattle stall
Of a servant by choice, the Lord of all
Of Satan and demons, temptation and strife
Of water and blood, of beauty and life
Of the Spirit Himself, here now with us
Of grace and mercy, of One who is just
Of a people called out to reflect His glory
Of a God who saves, this is the story
So in this life, whenever you get down
Consider His glory to remove your frown
Not that your problems will just go away
But by pondering Him, they lose their great sway