THE COMMON THINGS Ruth Bell Graham Lord, let mine be a common place while here. His was a common one; He seems so near when I am working at some ordinary task. Lord, let mine be a common one, I ask. Give me things to do that others shun, I am not so gifted or so poised, Lord, as some. I am best fitted for the common things, and I am happy so. It always brings a sense of fellowship with Him who learned to do the lowly things that others spurned: to wear simple clothes, the common dress, to gather in His arms and gently bless (and He was busy, too) a little child, to lay His hand upon the one defiled, to walk with sinners down some narrow street, to kneel Himself and wash men’s dusty feet. To ride a common foal, to work with wood, to dwell with common folk, eat common food; and then upon the city dump to die for me Lord, common things are all I ask of Thee.