A teacher prayed this prayer at the close of Bible School. <br />"Thank you Lord for using me to be a teaching tool." <br />Thank you for enduring strength. I've needed it each day. <br />When faith seem to falter, I had only but to pray. <br />We've loved these children, Lord, enjoyed each girl and boy. <br />Forgive us where we failed, Bless us for each joy. <br />Just one question, Lord, And it's with love I dare <br />to wonder at my teaching. Do they really care? <br />Did they listen, Lord, To lessons that I taught? <br />Will their lives be touched by Scriptures I have brought? <br />Forgive me Lord for doubting, my words sound so unfair, <br />But, let me see just one thing to show they really care." This teacher's prayer is echoed in pure hearts everywhere. <br />Do the children listen? Do they really care? <br />As the program ended, and older woman came, <br />touched her on the arm, called her by her name. <br />"I came to talk to you because I felt God led." <br />She put the doubts to rest as these words she said. <br />"God still answers prayers as the years unfurl, <br />I prayed a prayer like yours, when you were just a girl."<br /><br />Jane Shewmaker Hale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-teacher-s-prayer-2/
