4507038Poems — Our Father's BusinessDinah Maria Craik
POEMS SINCE 1860.
OUR FATHER'S BUSINESS:
HOLMAN HUNT'S PICTURE OF "CHRIST IN THE TEMPLE."
CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, Redeemer of the sin of all this world, Who by Thy death b roughest life into this world,—Christ, hear us!
This, this is Thou. No idle painter's dream Of aureoled, imaginary Christ, Laden with attributes that make not God; But Jesus, son of Mary; lowly, wise, Obedient, subject unto parents, mild, Meek—as the meek that shall inherit earth, Pure—as the pure in heart that shall see God.
O infinitely human, yet divine! Half clinging childlike to the mother found,Yet half repelling—as the soft eyes say, "How is it that ye sought me? Wist ye not That I must be about my Father's business?"As in the Temple's splendors mystical, Earth's wisdom hearkening to the all-wise One, Earth's closest love clasping the all-loving One, He sees far off the vision of the cross, The Christ-like glory and the Christ-like doom.
Messiah! Elder Brother, Priest and King, The Son of God, and yet the woman's seed; Enterer within the veil; Victor of death, And made to us first fruits of them that sleep; Saviour and Intercessor, Judge and Lord,—All that we know of Thee, or knowing not Love only, waiting till the perfect time When we shall know even as we are known—Thou Child Jesus, Thou dost seem to say By the soft silence of these heavenly eyes (That rose out of the depths of nothingness Upon this limner's reverent soul and hand) We too should be about our Father's business—Christ, hear us!
Have mercy on us, Jesus Christ, our Lord! The cross Thou borest still is hard to bear; And awful even to humblest follower The little that Thou givest each to doOf this Thy Father's business; whether it be Temptation by the devil of the flesh, Or long-linked years of lingering toil obscure, Uncomforted, save by the solemn rests On mountain-tops of solitary prayer; Oft ending in the supreme sacrifice, The putting off all garments of delight, And taking sorrow's kingly crown of thorn, In crucifixion of all self to Thee, Who offeredst up Thyself for all the world. O Christ, hear us!
Our Father's business:—unto us, as Thee, The whole which this earth-life, this hand-breadth span Out of our everlasting life that lies Hidden with Thee in God, can ask or need. Outweighing all that heap of petty woes—To us a measure huge—which angels blow Out of the balance of our total lot, As zephyrs blow the winged dust away.
O Thou who wert the Child of Nazareth, Make us see only this, and only Thee, Who earnest but to do thy Father's will, And didst delight to do it. Take Thou then Our bitterness of loss,—aspirings vain, And anguishes of unfulfilled desire,Our joys imperfect, our sublimed despairs, Our hopes, our dreams, our wills, our loves, our all, And cast them into the great crucible In which the whole earth, slowly purified, Runs molten, and shall run—the Will of God.O Christ, hear us!
CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, Redeemer of the sin of all this world, Who by Thy death b roughest life into this world,—Christ, hear us! 
CHRIST-CHILD, Everlasting, Holy One, Sufferer of all the sorrow of this world, Redeemer of the sin of all this world, Who by Thy death b roughest life into this world,—Christ, hear us!