Wise man, wise man, Fingers and thumbs, Which is the way That Jesus comes? Wise man, wise man, Rabbi, priest, Did you ever see a man On such a poor beast? Wise man, wise man, I saw a lame child; And when he came by Jesus smiled. Jesus, Jesus, How do you come? "To those who are halt And blind and dumb." My knee was sprung And I couldn't see, So I climbed up high In a jujube tree. Jesus, Jesus, What are you worth? "The sun and the moon And the little round earth." Jesus, Jesus, Sing me a song. "I can't stop now, For the road's too long." Jesus, Jesus, Go along, Lord; My knee is straight As the governor's sword. Jesus, Jesus, Go along before To a high house With a silver door. But I'll stop first To clean my feet, And then sit down By the chimney-seat. And Jesus will laugh And say it's good That I've moved into His neighborhood. When he lights his pipe I think he'll scratch The Morning-Star For his safety match. We'll drink all night From a good brown cup, And not go to bed Till the sun comes up. Wise man, wise man, Fingers and thumbs, This is the way That Jesus comes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JANGLING MEMORY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LAUGHTER (YOUTH SPEAKS TO HIS OWN OLD AGE) by CONRAD AIKEN THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |