I Wonder

I wonder, as she held him closely,
Wrapped in warm and swaddling bands,
Did she wonder what her Father asked
From tiny, trembling hands?

I wonder, as they brought him presents,
Gifts so treasured and so rare,
Did she wonder at the offering
Held within her tender care?

I wonder, as she saw him walking,
Learning every awkward step,
Did she wonder where they'd take him,
Feet just finding balance yet?

I wonder, as she saw him carving,
Working there by Joseph's side,
Did she wonder how he'd use his hands
To serve and bless mankind?

I wonder, when she saw him teaching
Elders in that holy place,
Did she wonder what he'd teach her
As he grew from grace to grace?

I wonder if she hugged him tighter,
Stroked his head and held his hand,
Sensed the weight of future offering,
Sacred, sacrificial Lamb.

Anna M. Molgard

©2008 Faithsong Publications L.L.C.
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2011 Church Cultural Arts Submission, Deseret Dramatic Recognition Award