I wonder if on some days Jesus looks down and ponders.... Does he grin and recall his days long ago when on this earth he wandered? Does he recall his mother dear missing him at the temple... as the words hit her heart as she recalled the mission you would soon near? Dear Savior as you learned your father's craft and grew in knowledge and wisdom the lesson of work, of facing the task of hearing the voice in the wilderness.... The temptations you faced the victories you won' The blessings in the temple... The blind man at the temple gate the pharisee's wish to seal your fate... As Rabbi's sat and pondered. The lessons you taught the battles to be fought that long night in the garden... On bended knee, I worship thee and cry myself to wonder... but I understand, dear heavenly man our only way to redemption... was through your blood and earned godhood to Hell then Ascencion. If I were a child I hope I'd be as humble as you like; a heart contrite handed out to you my gift gladly given. And you would recall when you were that child a lad in Galilee... We'd dance and sing and dream of spring singing Abba Father, Abba. CactusLil. 02Nov2002 To my son, William.