Laborers Together
Copyright 2001 by Diane Sample

A teacher is a special friend
Straight form God's heart to be
A leader, guide, protector,
To help a child to see.

To see the mysteries of God's world;
Make sure that he is learning.
All the while to seek the Lord
And keep the fires burning.

The children must want more of Him
Than e'er they could imagine.
A pattern of His image true
A godly teacher fashions.

The times are tough, the pressure great
And Satan's there to trip,
But He who neither slumbers; sleeps
Won't cause your feet to slip.

It's sad to say that some won't see,
Not 'cause we haven't tried.
For many sleepless night's been spent
While on our knees we cried.

But God would say to each of us
"I've asked you faithful be,
And when your labor all is done.
Just leave the rest to Me."

WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T  LOOKING

By Mary Rita Schilke Korzan

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you displayed my first report, and I wanted to do another.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you gave me a sticker, and I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you put your arm around me, and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt--but that it抯 all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn’t looking, you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn’t looking--I looked...and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn’t looking.

GOD MADE TEACHERS . . . 
God understood our thirst for 
knowledge, and our need to be led 
by someone wiser; 
He needed a heart of compassion, 
of encouragement, and patience; 
Someone who would accept 
the challenge regardless of the 
opposition; 
Someone who could see potential 
and believe in the best in others . . . 
So He made Teachers

Poem by Kevin William Huff 
Teachers 
Paint their minds 
and guide their thoughts
Share their achievements 
and advise their faults

Inspire a Love
of knowledge and truth
As you light the path
Which leads our youth

For our future brightens
with each lesson you teach
Each smile you lengthen
Each goal you help reach 

For the dawn of each poet
each philosopher and king
Begins with a Teacher
And the wisdom they bring

Teacher's Prayer 
Lord, Please help me, 
To strengthen their voices, 
bodies and minds, 
To express their feelings and 
control them sometimes, 
To explore what's near 
and venture afar, 
But most important to love 
who they are.

My Teachers

God the Teacher tells me:
"Be unconditional!"
I tell God: "I am trying."

Man the teacher tells me:
"Be impartial!"
I tell man: "I already am."

Dream the teacher tells me:
"Be jovial!"
I tell Dream: "I am practising."

Reality the teacher tells me

WHY GOD CREATED TEACHERS.

When God created teachers,
He gave us special friends
To help us understand His world
And truly comprehend
The beauty and the wonder
Of everything we see,
And become a better person
With each discovery.

When God created teachers,
He gave us special guides
To show us ways in which to grow
So we can all decide
How to live and how to do
What's right instead of wrong,
To lead us so that we can lead
And learn how to be strong.

Why God created teachers,
In His wisdom and His grace,
Was to help us learn to make our world
A better, wiser place.

~Author Unknown~

WHOSE CHILD IS THIS?.

"Whose child is this?" I asked one day
Seeing a little one out at play
"Mine", said the parent with a tender smile
"Mine to keep a little while
To bathe his hands and comb his hair
To tell him what he is to wear
To prepare him that he may always be good
And each day do the things he should"

"Whose child is this?" I asked again
As the door opened and someone came in
"Mine", said the teacher with the same tender smile
"Mine, to keep just for a little while
To teach him how to be gentle and kind
To train and direct his dear little mind
To help him live by every rule
And get the best he can from school"

"Whose child is this?" I ask once more
Just as the little one entered the door
"Ours" said the parent and the teacher as they smiled
And each took the hand of the little child
"Ours to love and train together
Ours this blessed task forever."

~Author Unknown~