Beautiful Mystery
Words and Music by Terry Scott Taylor
©2017 Shape of Air Music
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 all his limitations
While relishing every approbation
Where were we when the world was formed
The planets spun, the stars were born,
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adorned
This Beautiful Mystery
In brick and mortar theology
She found shelter from troubling imagery
In the literal and the 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
And where were we when the world
was formed
The planets spun, the stars were born,
Jehovah riding on the storm
A cloak of darkness and light adorned
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery
This Beautiful Mystery…
