What is the identity you might ask

That lies behind that mystic mask

What thing sacred might be unveiled

If the fogs of confusion lifted and revealed

The purpose behind our transition

Too often lost in mankind’s attempted translation

That perhaps as it has been simply told

As it has since the passing days of the very old

That there is but one secret to be revealed

Spoken on that night when even the heavens stilled

God chose that once to walk among us openly

And mankind chose to deny His divinity

Yet, even after He gave us His son in sacrifice

Even so, it turns out that for some that still does not suffice