Saturday, July 19, 2008

The School

This poem has been a great blessing to me and greatly encouraged my heart. I hope you shall be blessed by it.

We are scholars, nothing but scholars,
Little children at school,
Learning our daily lessons,
Subject to law and rule.

Life is the school, and the Master
Is the man Jesus Christ,
We are His charity scholars,
His the teaching unpriced.

Slowly we learn, all His patience
Is hourly put to the test;
But often the slowest and dullest,
He pities and loves the best.

Still, we sit at the feet of our Master,
Very low at His feet.
Study the lessons He sets us,
Sometimes lesson repeat.

Some of the lessons are pleasant,
Pleasant, and easy to learn;
The page of our task-book simple,
Simple and easy to turn.

But anon the reading is painful,
Studied mid sighing and tears;
We stammer and falter over it,
Do not learn it for years.

Yet that is no falt of the Master;
All His lessons are good;
Only our childish folly
Leaves them misunderstood.

And still we go on, learning,
And learning to love our school;
Learning to love our Master,
Learning to love His rule.

And by and by, we children
Shall grow into perfect men,
And the loving, patient Master
From school will dismiss us then.

No more tedious lessons,
No more sighing and tears,
But a bound into home immortal,
And blessed, blessed years!


Anonymous said...

What a great poem! I'll have to print me a copy.
Thanks for posting it!

Under Southern Skies said...

That is such a neat poem! Where did you find it?

I'm glad you started blogging again. :)

Marcia Wilwerding said...

Darling daughter:

You have been tagged to list five things you love, excluding family. Please tag five other blogs and let us know whom you have tagged.

Love ya!

Marcia Wilwerding said...

BTW, I love this poem! How beautifully it describes our walk with Christ. Ever learning.

Love you sooooo much!