Defining the Divine

Explain to me again this holy birth
Of son to man and then again to death.
By God's own plan he lived to teach our worth?
Through sacrificing his only child's breath?
Through waters clear we reaffirm our faith,
Forgiving all that we have never done.
Until we grow and make our first mistake,
The lies are washed by red, engraved in stone.
Betrayal of the self is never shunned,
When some divine evangelist can cure
The bleeding from his hands when he was hung;
To make our certain disbelief so sure.
Like ventriloquist passions in the play,
We bow our heads and wait for them to pray.