[Lyric] This Beautiful Mystery (Terry Scott Taylor)

[Verse 1]
Here's a paradox, a parable
The transcendent, the ethereal
A parallel, a variable
Meek and mild and terrible
In his failure of imagination
Putting faith in charts and calculations
He was blind to his limitations
While relishing every approbation

[Chorus]
Where were we when the world was formed?
The planets spun, and the stars were born
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adored
This beautiful mystery

[Verse 2]
In brick and mortar theology
She found sheltеr from troubling imagery
In the literal and thе orderly
No enigmas in her glossary
When we could not grasp love this profound
We subdued it with a thorny crown
Whipped it into shape and nailed it down
Sealed the exit from the burial ground
[Chorus]
And where were we when the world was formed?
The planets spun, and the stars were born
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adored
This beautiful mystery
Where were we when the world was formed?
The planets spun, and the stars were born
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adored
This beautiful mystery
(Beautiful mystery)
Beautiful mystery

[Outro]
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