Jesus had brothers and sisters, we know,

It says so in Mark 13,

Judas and Joseph and Simon and James,

And sisters, whose names are unseen.

But we don’t know too much about them,

Or how their lives did unfold,

Those lives remain a mystery to us,

Each of their stories untold.

 

They must have quarrelled, possibly fought,

As siblings quite often do,

They’d have had fun together, shared their toys,

As day after day they grew.

But something’s for sure, it has to be true,

In His life they played a large role,

They were there as he grew from a boy to a man,

They were part of what made Him whole.

 

Families have to go their own way, though,

And our Lord had a journey to make,

From a carpenter’s son to the light of the world,

Who died and who rose, for our sake.

What became of His brothers, we can only surmise,

And of his sisters we’d only be guessing,

But they’d have had families, kids of their own,

And that would have been their blessing.

 

The family of Jesus had families too,

And on and on it would go,

Brothers and sisters and uncles and aunts,

Nephews, nieces, they’d grow and they’d grow.

Family lies at the heart of it all,

Without family no paths would be trod,

And we’re all part of a family, not just our own,

We’re part of the family of God.