Friday, July 25, 2014

A Teacher's Prayer

Oh Lord, may You help us to walk in a manner worthy of the calling...

You called the little children, “Come to Me”
And taught us what Your kingdom ought to be
So help me, Lord, to follow faithfully
To bring to You the ones You bring to me

Help me be Your hands to give them sight
Help me be Your arms to lend them might
Help me be Your rod to teach them wrong from right
Help me be their guide towards Your light

You called me long before I knew of You
And loved so much You paid all I had due
So when the children need such patience too
Please help me love them just the way You do

Help me be Your hands to wipe their tears
Help me be Your arms to calm their fears
Help me be Your voice so every child may hear
That through weary roads, You guide and cheer

Friday, June 20, 2014

Fly for Me

As I listened to the testimony of an alumna who has gone on into mission work in Nepal, I was overwhelmed by the privilege to be a teacher. May the young faces in the classroom reach more people and achieve more wonders for God's kingdom than I could ever do. She inspired this blank verse poem as well as a hope I carry with me as a new school year begins.

I have no wings to fly me lands away...
No wind to make me soar above the sea...
But I know those who will do so one day
And take off to the very ends of earth

I have one life to live and give and love...
That more may learn to do the same one day...
And people I may never meet and know
Would feel God's love through those I love today.

I can but plant a seed within each heart...
More years must pass till roots and boughs will grow
But trees that spread their branches out one day
Will lend their shade to generations more.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

The Summit

Struggles abound in life no matter how ideal one's situation may seem to be. Trials serve a purpose, but as much as I would like to think that I would eventually know the "why" behind every difficulty, there's no promise of such understanding on this side of heaven. Nonetheless, I pray for the faith to finish this journey.

I wanted, Lord, to stand atop the mountain,
But not to scale its treacherous ascent;
But though I knew that vict’ry was for certain,
I had to learn what faith and patience meant.

For if I were to stand upon the mountain,
I had to know how best to fare up there;
So while Your perfect blessing is for certain,
It comes to only those who learn to bear
With all the twists and turnings of the pathway
That lead towards the summit’s glorious day

So help me, Lord, to never be disheartened
When days grow dark and narrow paths grow steep,
To not compare how others may have charted
But bear the yoke you’ve given me to keep.

And as I climb along this mighty mountain,
Please grant me the humility to bear
The thoughts and feelings that would be for certain
Awaiting those who finally get there.
And help me realize that on this pathway,
I gain what I would need that final day.