From the Lowliest


Of commonplace things and commonplace life we dream.
In commonplace homes and commonplace streets we live.
Humble and poor and commonplace we seem,
And commonplace greetings and farewells we give!
In commonplace words our thoughts do outwards flow,
For commonplace are the very thoughts we think.
Humble and mean and commonplace dust we grow,
And at the last to commonplace dust we sink!
But if our feeble thoughts traverse the years
Back to the time when Jesus trod the earth,
We see our lives no more debased than theirs
Who toiled on Galilee! Who rates their worth,
Those fishermen and clods, into whose ears
Poured the Redeemer words that gave new birth?