Bless our School

Bless our school, Dear Lord, I pray

And close within it always stay.

Guide us by your Precious Hand

Grant us Truth to understand.

Teach this teacher, make her wise

Give her focused, Spiritual eyes.

And please remind her now and then

That “less than perfect” isn’t sin.

In every lesson of this school

May kindness be the teaching tool.

And when frustration starts to trickle

Reach and give our ribs a tickle!

Bless these students, Lord, I ask

Be their Partner in each task.

Create an appetite for learning

And for knowledge, keep them yearning.

Bless the dad whose hands provide

The tools we need and the place we abide.

Help us remember and never forget

The example of sacrifice he has set.

So much to learn, so much to teach

Bless our school, Lord, bless us each.

I know someday we’ll learn Up There

But for today, Lord, hear my prayer.

By Gwen S@2014

A Student's Math Worksheet

On the inside cabinet door in our schoolroom I've taped up bits and pieces of information that have inspired me throughout our homeschool years.  Poetry, an encouraging note, a verse from scripture, drawings the children made, and photos of special activities all take up this space.  This is one poem that found its way to our cupboard door:


A Student's Math Worksheet


This school year is like a Math worksheet
The Master has handed to you.
The four basic functions are needed,
In the work you are given to do.


Some problems require addition
Of diligence, virtue, and faith.
And some of them call for subtraction
Of laziness, carelessness, hate.


For choosing the right in decisions,
Division you'll need to employ.
Make good use of multiplication,
With cheerfulness, kindness, and joy.


Check over your work and be accurate;
Small errors affect the whole sheet.
And guard against streaks of indifference,
Or splotches of ugly conceit.


What note do you think will the Master
Inscribe when the school year is gone;
On your sheet:  "Unsatisfactory",
Or will He write, "Very Well Done"?


Author Unknown

Some Children See Him
By Alfred Burt

Some children see Him lily white
the infant Jesus born this night
Some children see Him lily white
with tresses soft and fair
Some children see Him bronzed and brown
the Lord of heav’n to earth come down
Some children see Him bronzed and brown
with dark and heavy hair (with dark and heavy hair!)
Some children see Him almond-eyed
This Saviour whom we kneel beside
Some children see Him almond-eyed
With skin of yellow hue!
Some children see Him dark as they
Sweet Mary’s Son to whom we pray
Some children see Him dark as they
And, ah! they love Him so!
The children in each different place
Will see the Baby Jesus’ face
Like theirs but bright with heav’nly grace
And filled with holy light!
O lay aside each earthly thing
and with thy heart as offering
Come worship now the infant King
’tis love that’s born tonight!