softly we walk this earth
when we die, we become the dirt.
so while we live, we must learn to share.
and show others that we care.
we must live our lives and take control.
before we begin to lose our soul.
when we go to church to pray
we must ask the LORD for another day.
to try to get our lives on track
and on evil 'turn our back'
the children are our future
'is this all we have to give '?
if we don't teach them
how are they going to live?
teach! as the apostles taught all others
teach! as if there was no others
teach! so that our children could see
that there is a future beyond you and me.
I am but a teacher who plants her seeds from God. Sometimes they fall on fertile soil And others on dried earthly sod. But I will continue on sharing The words and love given to me by my Lord. Thus placing in the hands of those who hear The rightousness of God's holy scriptured sword. Great penned poem Sir Louis! Ten for you! Five for me? LOL Love of Chirst, Linda
pass on the virtues that we have acquired and live life with a strong faith. nicely written
and that we are more than our littleselves..lovely...read my 'hold'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We should all be both teachers and students until the day that we die. We have much to learn from each other. Excellent thoughts, Louis. As always, Sandra