Where Is Jesus> (Js#4) - Poem by James Hart
“Where, O where has Jesus gone, Mary?
Please tell me, this really is
Quite scary, Mary.
Mary, Mary quite contrary,
Where can our big baby be?
Like looking in this great big haystack
For a tiny little flea
But he’s twelve years old, he’ll soon come back”
Says Joseph. “Let him be.”
“Thanks for your words, Jo Jo my sweet
Typical man, you think of just
‘Letting him be. ‘
I think of just watching him be.
I want to see my Jesus sweet
Let’s go up and down
Through every street
Shouting ‘Jesus, my sweet,
Where are you, my sweet?
I’ll need to wash your feet.’
At last they try the Temple
He is sitting there at the feet
Of the Scribes and Pharisees.
“Where have you been,
You naughty child, ” said Joseph,
In a rage. “Don’t tell him off,
Jo Jo man. One day he will be a man
Like you, a great man.
Now he’s learning, don’t disturb him.
I’ll just sit and watch him. I love him so.
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