I Am A Mystery Poem by MBJ Pancras

I was nailed to the cross,
They offered me the cross
Of glory disguised in shame.

I Am the Word
From everlasting to everlasting.
Heaven is My Throne,
Earth is My Footstool.
Everything is Mine,
My Father and I are One
By the Bond of the Spirit.

My clothes had been stripped off,
With crown of thorns my body bled,
I had been dragged with the cross to Calvary.

Was it My fate? Was their will?
Was it My Father’s Plan?
Can I call them My enemies?
Did they offer me the cross?
Still I Am a Mystery to them,
But not a Mystery to Myself.

Let them know Me Who I AM
In their soul regained after death.