3 more poems from Great Grandma's remembrance book

Encouraging Scriptures

Another couple of poems from Great Grandma's remembrance book

He threaded his way through the crowded street

A commonplace man, though tidy and neat

The kind of man you see by the score

One glance suffices, you look no more.

Just one of the crowd in colour and size -

Unless you happened to look at his eyes.

He was one of the queue that boarded the bus.

Just part of the pattern, just one of us.

For him, there was not so much as a glance

From the girls in their finery off to the dance.

Just one of so many in collars and ties -

Unless you happened to look at his eyes.

There's someone Who knows the secret that lies

Behind the radiance of those eyes.

Inspiring in glory that light to shine

Someone could tell of a purpose divine.

He'll never tell it - his joy was in giving

(discovering, so doing, the pure joys of living)

Making a life that seemed broken worthwhile

Helping, in truth, a lame dog o'er a stile

He did not ask how much he might gain

He only saw the sorrow and pain

Which he could relieve; nor queried the price,

Nor measured the sum of his own sacrifice

Who would never achieve either fortune or fame

But the salt of the earth, all humanity's leaven

For of such, said our Lord, is the kingdom of heaven.