Beautiful Mystery

I’m amazed at Your wondrous ways.
I can’t explain or understand.
Half the things You say, aren’t so clear.
It seems as though You’re saving the best for later.

    I know we’ll never fully understand You while we’re here.
    Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror.
    Now we know in part but one day we’ll see.
    One day we’ll see You face to face and it’ll all become clear to me.

You’re a beautiful mystery, to me.
You’re a beautiful mystery, to me.

The things You say are like what I see in the mirror.
After it’s all steamed from my hot shower.
I’ll wipe it away to reveal what’s underneath.
And You’ll do the same, revealing what I can’t see.

    I hold this mystery inside of my heart.
    I wish to reveal this to the outsiders.  

And You; Yourself, I can’t figure You out.
There’s so much of You that I just don’t know about.
Like, how You exist, where You came from and who You are.
And how You know what’s on my mind and see what’s in my heart.