Classic Poem

There was a Man in Galilee
Who talked as simple as could be,
Saying men should brothers be—
This lonely Man of Galilee.

There was a Man of Olivet
Whose strong voice reaches to us yet
Across the centuries' clamor—yet
There was a Man of Olivet.

There was a Man on Golgotha
Whose eyes grew dim at what they saw—
Yet clear to me is what they saw,
The dying Man on Golgotha.

Come, walk by Lake Gennesaret:
I saw a Fisher with his net,
Draw silver planets in his net—
How quiet is Gennesaret!