The Wedding at Cana
A wedding in Cana and Jesus was there.
A miscalculation, a bit of a scare.
They ran out of wine before it was through.
What were they to do? What were they to do?
“Do whatever He tells you.”
The mother of Jesus said, “They have no wine.”
It didn’t concern Him. It wasn’t His time.
But she didn’t argue. She already knew
What He was to do… What He was to do…
“Do whatever He tells you.”
At Jesus’ direction they filled every jar
With nothing but water. It seemed quite bizarre.
Then to the headwaiter they took some to review.
What was he to do? What was he to do?
“Do whatever He tells you.”
The headwaiter tasted, they heard him avow,
“It seems that the best wine was saved until now.”
In all the disciples the faith had just begun
By what the Lord had done. By what the Lord had done.
“Do whatever He tells you.”
Copyright © Stephen Tefft | Year Posted 2024
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