THE CHRIST OF COMMON FOLKS

This morning, as I sat in the early morning light sipping my coffee, I reached for one of my inherited books–a book of poems from my dad.  I found a poem inside that I think we can all identify with.  Take a look…

I love the name of Christ the Lord, the man of Galilee,

Because he came to live and toil among the likes of me. 

Let others sing the praises of a mighty King of kings;

I love the Christ of common folks, the Lord of common things.

 

The beggars and the feeble ones, the poor and sick and blind,

The wayward and the tempted ones, were those he loved to find;

He lived with them to help them like a brother and a friend,

Or like some wandering workman finding things to mend.

 

I know my Lord is still my kind of folks to this good day;

I know because he never fails to hear me when I pray.

He loves the people that he finds in narrow dingy streets,

And brings a word of comfort to the weary one he meets.

 

My job is just a poor man’s job, my home is just a shack,

But on my humble residence he has never turned his back.

Let others sing their praises to a mighty King of kings;

I love the Christ of common folks, the Lord of common things.

-George T. Liddell

 

If our love were but more simple, we should take Him at His word, and our lives would be all sunshine in the sweetness of the Lord.  -Faber