Classroom Prayer Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Bless this little classroom of ours,
In it we learn that nothing is magic
Those who succeed plan and fail and,
Plan again, and again and succeed.
In it we learn that no handicap is
Beyond overcoming when one'
Desires strongly enough to achieve a goal.

Bless this little classroom of ours,
Let whosoever that steps in it
Shall step into wisdom, knowledge,
Understanding and honesty.
In this little classroom of ours
We learn that no amount of riches
Can atone for the riches of character.
And no one can achieve extra-ordinary success
Without recruiting outside resources.

Bless every chair we sit upon
And let the chalk be whiter than the snow,
Because we see the future through the eyes of the chalk.
Our lives begin to eand the day we become
silent about what matters to us.

Bless the chalk board and help
It black heart becomes darker and better,
For through it we learn that everyone has a
Story to tell but, they only differ in content.
Through it we learn that for every promise,
There is a prize to pay to bring it to pass.

Bless the children who comes to the class always,
Through our eyes and gentle spirit we understand
That faith is to believe what we do not see and,
Faith is the to see what we believe and faith without work, won't work.
In this four corner, we learn that free things are many
Times not precious, anything that is of value has a
Prize one need to pay.

Bless the hand that write every day on the board,
Bless the mouth that explain always,
Bless the legs that walk around in the class always.
Bless our teacher whose strength is your glory
From him we learn that God makes no mistake
In creating us in his image.

Bless our eyes, mouth and ears every day of our lives
In all let us have the course to laugh whilst others cry.
Bless us all.