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A God who came a man
a virgin maid, a mother
We reason all we can
tell one thing or another
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A God but he can die
dead man, and can he live?
How can we make reply?
How can we answer give?
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Yet Truth itself does teach it
though man’s mind sinks far under
Thinking itself can’t reach it
we halt, can only wonder.
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Adapted from a Mediaeval poem
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Flowering Poverello 