A Wedding Took Place

A wed­ding took place

In the vil­lage of Ca­na

And Je­sus

His mo­ther

And fol­low­ers all came.

The wine was ex­haust­ed

And Ma­ry in­formed Him

They have no more wine—

This would sure­ly bring shame.

Dear wo­man

He an­swered

Why do you in­volve Me?

My time to be re­cog­nized

Has not yet come.

His mo­ther then said to

The serv­ants there wait­ing

Whatever He tells you

Now let it be done.

Six wa­ter jars stood there

For ri­tu­al wash­ing

Each hold­ing then full

Twenty gall­ons or more.

He said to the serv­ants

Now fill them with wa­ter.

They filled them brim­ful;

There was no room for more.

Then Je­sus in­struct­ed

Take some to the mas­ter.

The wa­ter had turned

Into wine—none knew how.

On tast­ing

the mas­ter

Exclaimed in amaze­ment

The choic­est and best wine

You’ve saved un­til now!

When Je­sus turned wa­ter

To wine there in Ca­na

This was the first mi­ra­cle

He’d ev­er done.

His glo­ry He thus did

Reveal to the peo­ple

And as a re­sult

His dis­ci­ples were won.

Lord

may I be like them

Believing You ful­ly.

And like the stone wa­ter jars

May I e’er be

Filled up to the brim with

Your trans­form­ing Spir­it.

Reveal now Your glo­ry

To oth­ers through me.