Did you ever have someone say to you,
"Why do you teach? Is it worth your while?"
That starts me to pondering and actually wondering
If my answer makes sense; that I find recompense
In seeking the tenderness, temperament mild,
So often found in the heart of a child.
Did you ever have someone exclaim,
"Why all the pain? You cannot hope to train
All of them to be great. It isn't their allotted Fate."
I say it isn't tiring to try to be inspiring.
There's glory in watching them grow and unfold.
There's something in the life of a child.
Did you ever thoughtlessly say,
"I feel sorry for you, what you go through,
Trying to teach. It's a fruitless reach!"
Some cannot conceive, nor would they believe,
That the real compensation is their emulation;
There's something in the mind of a child.
Then I would ask if you've ever seen
A child find his place, the light on his face,
As he stands beaming, his bright eyes gleaming
Over work done well. I catch the spell
And raise my own face to seek God's good grace.
There's something in the face of a child.
Again I ask from a humble heart,
Who is the teacher, the learner of the art?
She guides his learning, he grows tall;
She watches warily, lest he should fall.
This is the challenge that truly is great.
There's something about a teacher and a child.
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