On Genealogies

Links upon links of broken chains,

Dust upon dust, line upon line;

Each but the memory of a name,

Man’s life, one syllable of time.

But tell me how He names the stars

And marks each sparrow when it falls;

Of One who stores wind-ridden fire,

Yet gathers loaves, each basketful.

Of Him who seeks one straying sheep,

Bestower of no distant fame,

Be this remembrance that we seek:

God knows me, and He knows my name.

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