Your wisdom for my life.

And over there, my dear weak boy,

What is the Savior's plan?

What wondrous one will you be, boy,

When you become a man

A strong, considerate lawyer,

Defending all the meek?

I'd trust you, brilliant lawyer,

When I am old and weak.

Oh bothered, troubled, active one,

When angels bring your cure,

Who will you be, my troubled one,

When soul and mind mature-

A teacher, calm who understands,

Your students through and through?

My children I place in your hands,

With confidence in you.

THE COMMON MAN, JOHN WOODEN

Swen Nater

He says that he's common, the usual type,

No different than others in grace

Just average, not better or worse than the rest

Just middled and mean in the race.

But what is enclosed in so common a man,

Who works the uncommon-like deed?

An extr'ordinary focus on what he believes,

And life-long betroth to his creed.