Oh the promise had been given
And it fueled so many years,
As the old man graced the Temple
With his praises and his tears.
With his searchings of the scripture
And his seasons rich in prayer.
Though observers often wondered
‘Would this get him anywhere?’
But he sensed deep in his spirit
That the time somehow was right
For the entrance of Messiah
For the shining of God’s light.
For the Hope of all the ages
And the answer to his sin.
As the day had barely started
And a baby was brought in.
This, a son with eager parents
And a modest gift of doves
Meant to purchase now the boy’s rite
(As in Jewry it behooves.)
And the old one heard the Spirit
Saying, ”Now it has been done.
Here, your life’s long expectation.
Here to bless you, God’s own Son.”
It was strange to watch old Simeon
With his look of boyish glee,
With his face illumed from Heaven,
As he hugged his prophecy.
Baby yes, but Son of David,
God among us, Joy’s release.
Having served well, faithful Simeon,
Take the next step-die in peace.
26And it was revealed unto him by the Holy Ghost, that he should not see death, before he had seen the Lord's Christ.
27And he came by the Spirit into the temple: and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him after the custom of the law,
28Then took he him up in his arms, and blessed God, and said,
29Lord, now lettest thou thy servant depart in peace, according to thy word:
30For mine eyes have seen thy salvation,
31Which thou hast prepared before the face of all people;
32A light to lighten the Gentiles, and the glory of thy people Israel.
33And Joseph and his mother marvelled at those things which were spoken of him.
(Picture by Ron DiCianni)