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FORGOTTEN
When Jesus saw the shavings drop
And litter all His father's shop
He must have laughed with joy at those
Increasing playmates of His toes.
And litter all His father's shop
He must have laughed with joy at those
Increasing playmates of His toes.
The toddling Saviour often stood
Among the yellow curls of wood
And heard the tune of Joseph's plane
Sound clear, then pause, then sound again.
Among the yellow curls of wood
And heard the tune of Joseph's plane
Sound clear, then pause, then sound again.
I wish that we could come upon,
In Luke or Matthew, Mark or John,
A record of His loveliness
When yet a child, His toys, His dress.
In Luke or Matthew, Mark or John,
A record of His loveliness
When yet a child, His toys, His dress.
I wonder if He used to sow
The seed of flowers and help them grow
By water from the stream that ran
In whispers to His tilted can;
The seed of flowers and help them grow
By water from the stream that ran
In whispers to His tilted can;
Or if He tumbled on the ground
Because a puppy's loving bound
Surprised His little strength and made
His Mother's bosom half-afraid;
Because a puppy's loving bound
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His Mother's bosom half-afraid;
Or if He scattered corn to bring
The pigeons round Him in a ring,
And shouted when He saw them glide
In flocks above the countryside;
The pigeons round Him in a ring,
And shouted when He saw them glide
In flocks above the countryside;
Or if He learnt at Mary's knees
The names of animals and trees,
And fought, a scholar very young,
With words too heavy for His tongue.
The names of animals and trees,
And fought, a scholar very young,
With words too heavy for His tongue.
The Saints who wrote the Gospels penned
The work and suffering of our Friend,
But clean forgot the Heavenly Boy's
Companionship with earthly toys.
The work and suffering of our Friend,
But clean forgot the Heavenly Boy's
Companionship with earthly toys.
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