Jesus, until the age of thirty, lived
in much obscurity, in a small town
A simple human life, though not deprived
But hid from all, for none could see His Crown.
Until, when twelve, within the temple, He
was asking questions of the teachers there
His knowledge, His answers they would hear and see
His understanding was beyond compare.
His Father's Business, He would seek to fill
As Master Builder, one day as the Head
and be the Cornerstone, but not until
He learned His father's business-world to tread.
A master builder He would be, in wood and stone
With aching back and splintered hands
Those long obscured years, He learned alone
That meek obedience to the law's demands.
And from obscurity he came to be
baptised, and then the Spirit fell from heaven's rim
His Father's sacred Voice claimed 'This is He
on whom my pleasure rests, hear Him!'
Proof that the Father's pleasure rested on
His simple life far from the public eye
A sinless Life, but no great works had shone
But soon beamed forth, although He came to die.