Her little son, her Jesus,
It was now three days since he had gone,
And sorrowing they journeyed searching.
Jerusalem is reached again,
And in the temple—there he stood,
Among the learned men,
Hearing and asking questions.
"My son," they said, "sorrowing we sought."
And he, "Wist ye not that I must be
About my Father's business?"
And Mary saw
Not Jesus, her beloved son,
But vision of the Christ, the Son of God.
