I like to think how Jesus grew,
How well he grew to understand
The wondrous work his Father planned.
Oh, think not that in youth's first hour
He had the power
To do the miracles he did.
He grew.
He heard God often at his play.
He liked to go his Father's way;
And then, with greater work to do,
He loved God more and stronger grew.
He grew.
He learned that God is ever right.
He felt Him very close at night.
He learned to trust Him unafraid,
So sure of promises He made.
He came to find no guesswork here,
So he obeyed and grew so near
His Father that he always knew
Just what God wanted him to do.
And oh, the joy he must have had,
When he was but a little lad,
In listening to the still small voice,
In making right his only choice,
In doing what to him was shown—
Ah! that is how he must have grown!
