Poem June 9, 1945 Issue

Jesus in the Temple

KATHRINE H. WILLIAMS

We may not know his glorious words of truth
That scaled the temple walls, but we may surmise:
These men were scholars, he was but a youth,
Yet wisdom beyond theirs was in his eyes!
We feel assured those hours were happy hours;
He must have told of that joy forever given—
Who later chose the smiling wayside flowers
To point a wondrous verity of heaven.
We feel there was a gladness in his tone:
He was so sure of God, so sure of men,
That they were all the Father's very own.
Perhaps these learned doctors there and then
Became like children, hoping, longing even,
To walk with him this sunlit road to heaven.

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