The Mystery Man

The darkness of man, flushed into the wayside, forgotten. The misery buried, tears washed out, man stands rejuvenated, regenerated and restored. Along with creation, he stands justified. The crown of glory he is given, by a mystery man with a nail pierced hands,  the mystery man,  we've known him, we never knew him, he was once in a dream, he was never in a dream, he was once told as a fairytale, he was never a fairytale, he was the man the world once knew, he was a man the world  didn't really know, he was God, he was not God, but for the man, as he stands, he is the God Man he had always believed , the story he always knew, finally his Redeemer stands, he sees.