In Jerusalem, a man, Simeon–
Just and devout– waited considering,
Who’d be the consolation of the Jews,
It was revealed to him who God would choose,
And that he’d not see death until the Lord.
Listless by all the waiting, he grew bored.
Still, the Spirit led him to temple nigh,
Jesus’ parents brought their Son by and by
To do for Him according to the law.
Simeon drew Him up, breathless, in awe.

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