The Dusty Jerusalem Road

On a sojourn to Jerusalem
          So many years ago.
He ran beside his parents
          On that long and dusty road.

He walked with them to Jerusalem
          To celebrate a feast,
To honor and remember
          When they walked with Moses free.

They came unto the feasting
          With a sacrifice in hand
The purpose of their journey
          As along the road He ran.

When the feasting there was ended
          Back on that dusty road
The boy was not among them,
          His whereabouts unknown.

Rushing back to Jerusalem,
          Searching there in vain.
Finally to the temple,
          A place to sooth their pain.

In a place so unexpected;
          But, should not have been.
He reasoned with the doctors,
          Of the law that He had given.

What did He remember then?
          What did he really know?
He was only a boy of twelve
          On that dusty Jerusalem road.

Copyright 2012 by Layne S. Porter