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They Teach
By James Crawford
August 25, 2003
They have
prepared so many lessons.
They have had moments of laughter and moments of tears.
They answer each question patiently and comfort every fear.
They have made a financial sacrifice, one that can never be repaid.
They lovingly embrace each child, tie their laces or apply a Band-aid.
They teach our children about Jesus, what is wrong and what is right.
They are the ultimate object lesson, in the way they conduct their life.
They have responded to their heavenly calling to minister to each child.
Though I’m sure at times God stands and applauds,
They seldom hear praise from the crowd.
You see, when God created teachers, He had to work overtime.
Although they could only have two hands each,
He gave them the ability of eight or nine.
He knew they would need at least one extra eye, but where to put it
there was no place.
He thought for a moment, but then moved on: there is only so much room on one
face.
He provided them with extra brains for the many subjects they would have to
know.
He created within them an oversized heart, so they could love so many children
that were not their own.
The brilliant, the exceptional, the handicapped, the gifted, and the plain,
They love every child and pray for them nightly by name.
With “I Love You’s,” pats on the back, hugs, and high-fives,
A teacher affects eternity with each impacted life.
They are called upon to be judges, lawyers, doctors, nurses and at times they
are called to preach.
Of the many that are called they are chosen
We know this because
They teach.
Masterpiece
Each morning I awake and look
into the eyes of the man with the changing face.
The eyes that stare back at me once sparkled, but the luster has begun to fade.
The jawbone, the hairline, the wrinkles of time, the image of my dad.
Memories of days so long ago, the time that I once had.
Snowfall on the cedar color of my hair,
Snowdrifts and embankments apparent here and there.
Time the most-cruel sculptor has begun using different clay.
The firm bronze material of my youth is being replaced by a dull gray.
Time arrogantly boasts of his work; his hand cannot be stayed.
The masterpiece will soon be complete; the statue on display in the grave.
ninetyandnine.com
© 2003, James Crawford
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James Crawford
recently became pastor of the UPC church in Troy, MO.
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