... say What to tell her classmates, on this Daddy's Day But still her mother worried, for her to face this day alone And that was why once again, she tried to keep her daughter home But the little girl went to school, eager to tell then all About a dad she never sees, a dad who never calls. There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet Children squirming impatiently, anxious in their seats One by one the teacher called, a student from the class To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed At last the teacher called her name, every child turned to stare Each of them were searching, for a man who wasn't there" Where's her daddy at ?" she heard a boy call out" She probably doesn't have one ," another student dared to shout And from somewhere near the back, she heard a daddy say" Looks like another deadbeat dad, too busy to waste his day ...

... help ," I said with a shiver, But each place I called refused to deliver. I'd nearly concluded that life was too cruel, With futures depending on grades had in school. When all of a sudden, our door opened wide, And Patron Saint Put-It-Off ambled inside. Her spirit was careless, her manner was mellow, She wore a white toga, she started to bellow:" What kind of student would make such a fuss, To toss back at teachers what they tossed at us ?"" On Cliff Notes! On Crib Notes! On last year's exams! On Wingit and Slingit, and last minute crams !" Her message delivered, she vanished from sight, But we heard her laughing outside in the night." Your teachers have pegged you, so just do your best. Happy finals to all, and to all, a good test !" [Author Unknown-from Aiken Drums] Inspirational Poems SkyWriting.Net All Rights Reserved. ...

... Dawn's Friend I want to tell you something, it happened to me today. I was feeling empty, so I began to pray. I said," God can you hear me? Who am I to be? What purpose do I have? What am I to see ?" He said," Dawn you're a teacher, you help people know. You guide them to their Truth, helping them to grow" I said," Lord, you're mistaken, my guides do that for me. The teacher, that You speak of is You, can't you see ?"" Oh you precious child, your words are very true. But understanding Me, is understanding you. You also are a leader, settling only for the best. You seek for the highest, strong in your request"" I know that this is true, but my progress seems so slow. The more I seem to learn, the more I need ...

... praise Your name. Because of Your love, our Savior came. He was crucified and He died on the cross, to save all those in this world who are lost. Without Your love and Your gift of grace, there would be no hope for the human race. You planned this long before creation began. It was the most wonderful part of your plan. You knew man would be a sinful creature. You sent Your Son to become man ’ s teacher. He was the sacrifice for Your gift of salvation, offered first to Your chosen, then the Gentile nations. He was a simple man and He lived a sinless life. Not unlike us, He faced rejection and strife. He was gentle and kind and was a humble soul. His earthly life fulfilled all prophecies foretold. He cured the sick and gave sight to the blind. He cast out demons from tormented minds. He cleansed the lepers and raised the dead ...

... to you. Don't think that I don't try. One day perhaps you'll be the same, one day before you die. I know you think, as you walk the halls and see me in my chair, that because I slump and drool and choke and require constant care, that I am useless, without a brain, just a burden on Medicare. Well if I could talk, oh Volunteer, I'd say you're quite unfair: I've been a mother, teacher; and the school board I did chair. Don't look at me like I'm not here. Don't look the other way. Just talk to me like I am real, not a statue made of clay. If you feel nervous about my state, then please, friend, stay away. There are folks a-plenty who come to stare-false sympathy display. Please do not come to see me if my looks will spoil your day. But if you're truly interested in ...

... heard my mom once say you are a blessing in disguise, The way you love to teach and help to open children ’ s eyes"" So you will know and understand, ’ cause next year I ’ ll be gone, You ’ ve help me to be who I am; you are a special one" I closed the little card from her and I just sat and cried, This precious fourth grade girl had done more than she realized. A teacher doesn ’ t earn a lot, there ’ s much they can ’ t afford, But all the money in the world can ’ t match this great reward. To know you make a difference when you teach a little child, And know you have influenced them does make it all worthwhile. I know that all who teach will never earn themselves great wealth, Their riches come from knowing one has given of one ’ s self. To know we make a difference ...

... My Love Is Forever When I was young I thought I would never feel afraid. When I grew older I thought I would never find peace. Sometimes life teaches me the things that I already thought I knew. I once asked the forgiveness of every star I saw. But there are no mistakes, only lessons. Life continues to be my teacher although sometimes I feel too weary to learn. Our journey will take us to somewhere we have never been. There're a hundred changes we can make, a thousand paths to take, And a million dreams. If we have hope, we are halfway to where we want to go. If we are hopeless, we are lost forever. Many will say our love holds no future. Many will decide our choices will bring despair. I know nothing of how to live but I can know many uncertain things. I give you my heart, I tell you my dreams. I kiss ...

... of God, I am. I am His, don't you see? God doesn't create to your specs. You don't even have to like me. When you care to see God, Look some closer at me. As that is where He lives, Whether you believe it be. Though, you have to be nice, Says the Good Book to thee. That is God's desire for us all. We are created for His glee. I will be your teacher Of all God is or ain't. By failure or sample, You'll learn to be a Saint. If we climb great heights or Fail in 'all we can be, God forever remains the same As He still loves both you and me. Whether you care to love Or lean more toward sin's hate, I am here for purpose As one God did create. If you feel otherwise, Talk to God Almighty. He knows that 'I am what I am ' Because I ...

... A Live Forever She set it out when they moved in: a Live Forever plant, The hardiest of succulents~it can when others can't. She put it right there by the road for people passing by, And when its pale pink blooms appeared it caught everyone's eye. Her husband was a truck driver and gone for days on end, Hard-working and steadfast~a man on whom you could depend. She was a grade school teacher and their two girls were their pride, Gay laughter filled the neighborhood with Hide 'N Seek outside. They added to their well-kept home, landscaping it with flowers, They built a fancy workshop where the husband spent long hours. They seemed to have a happy home, the kind where good friends flock, But busy with their separate jobs they scarce took time to talk. Then suddenly, or so it seemed, a For Sale sign appeared, And now the house lies empty and the silent yard ...

... God's Precious Gift (A Pro-Life Poem) God's Precious Gift You hold in your womb. A child to love and nurture. A baby coming soon. Will he be a doctor, a lawyer or a preacher? Or maybe it's a girl, I'm sure she'll make a real fine teacher. God's Precious Gift A priceless work of art. Painted by the master; Designed in his own heart. Did He give her curls? Or give him hazel eyes? A few more months, just wait and see. The rest is a surprise. God's Precious Gift So innocent and pure. Now you're second guessing? You say you're just not sure? A fetus? No, a baby! Just tissue? No, a life! Abortion means to kill. How can that be right? God's Precious Gift Freedom from shame There is forgiveness Only call on His name. He came that all should live and none He wished to die. ...

... !" there's no time for play. Well, the Lord, for some reason, chose ME with the care Of three of His children, but I'm rarely there! I've GOT to slow down lest there's nothing to show For my role as their Mom when they pack up and go! I'm only one person, but look through my door, What appears to be one, divides into more! I'm a chauffeur, a cook, a planter of trees, A teacher, an umpire, a mender of knees. Sometimes, I forget that deep down inside, There's a lady with feelings, and last night, she cried. She gets tired and lonely, feels taken for granted She wants to see blooms from the seeds that she's planted. Then, amidst all the turmoil in this mind-bending pace, My little ones look at me square in the face. And just when I need it, they in unison say," Momma, ...

... A Guy for Me A Bible study group I know~A Singles ' Class, so long ago; The teacher said to write the traits That we'd want most in our life-mates. He said to make the list complete, And handed each a single sheet~" Now, write the things you want the most !" And each one wrote, their minds engrossed." Integrity ," flew in my head, I must have that before I'd wed; And old standbys, like" Loyalty"~'Cause that would be a*must*for me. Don't want him young .and please, not old, He's got to have a heart of gold; And," Patience !" Yes! Now, that's a must, And be a man that I can trust. A level head, a stable mind, And I don't want the jealous kind; A peaceful man, with gentle touch Who'll fill my needs and wants and such. ...

... and an old shirt. He was up at the church building; He was alone and working hard. For just a minute he looked a little like one of our members; But it was Jesus. I could tell by his smile. I saw Jesus last Sunday. He was teaching a Bible class. He didn't talk real loud or use long words, But you could tell he believed what he said. For just a minute, he looked like my Bible teacher; But it was Jesus. I could tell by his loving voice. I saw Jesus yesterday. He was at the hospital visiting a friend who was sick. They prayed together quietly. For just a minute he looked like Brother Jones; But it was Jesus. I could tell by the tears in his eyes. I saw Jesus this morning. He was in my kitchen making my breakfast, and fixing me a special lunch. For just a minute he looked like ...