© 1999 Charlene Morrow
© 1999 The Urantia Book Fellowship
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Charlene Morrow, Edmond OK
It happened on the very last Wednesday
Almost all the bright days were gone
It was a day of rest, as was their way
The master walked toward the hills alone
Guards were offered for him by
David Knowing that these were times of danger
But with legions of angels awaiting his bid
He had no fear of friend or stranger
He walked away, but in a short time
Was offered a basket of food for the day
He reached for the handle ready to climb
And turned to walk on his solitary way
John Mark held on to the basket
Gripping on firmly and strong
He’d made up his mind to carry it
If needed for all the day long
The apostles, they couldn’t believe their eyes
They were shocked at the temerity of the lad
Deep in their hearts they could not deny
They were jealous, lonely, and sad
Later on Nathaniel spoke to them
And told them how they could each
Have had the chance to join him
If they’d wanted to be there in reach
Young John held on intently
The man could only smile
And look down upon him gently
Letting him come all the while
All the boy desired was the pleasure
Of ministering to his loved one
The yearning which no heart can measure
Since he felt as if he were a son
The two, they had such a good visit
The conversation, so private was it all
The master made comment of it
That to no one a word should fall
A unique day in time and space
But not so strange or odd
If any had wanted so badly could face
A day alone with God
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