He grew 'til he managed to learn how to preach. Then spoke from the mountain his disciples to teach. He blessed all the peacemakers, then blessed the meek. If hit, give opponents the opposite cheek. His vision reminds us, there's no good from blows.
Life is hopeful.
The baby will grow. So when the appointed tough hour had arrived His teaching when tested some violence survived. Though mocked and derided, no insults returned. Absorbing the violence the cross was not spurned. From cradle to crucifix who'd ever know.