Our Sunday School Teachers

Our Sunday school teachers
Are there most every week
They have scriptures for us all to read
And objectives we should seek
They try to start discussions
But often we don’t speak
I guess we will inherit the world
If it indeed goes to the meek

Our Sunday school teachers
Bring a true resolve
And lessons for our daily lives
And what that all involves
They even give us quizzes
Which often we don’t solve
I guess we’re all still learning
And trying to evolve

Our Sunday school teachers
Each time they take the floor
Have led us on a journey
That starts at Jordan’s shore
And leads us through the bible
Right to its very core
Our Sunday school teachers
Are that and even more

Mdailey
07/13/09
I wrote this to honor the Sunday School teachers at Ox Hill Baptist Church. It was our last Sunday at church before we move to NC. They also wrote us a couple of poems as going away tributes.

A Glimpse of Jesus

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
On the face of my child asleep
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But I saw something I'd like to keep

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
When my wife looked at me just so
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But Jesus was there I know

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
In the eyes of a stranger down town
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But he appears to be always around

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
Today when I looked in the mirror
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But the image of Jesus was clear

I caught a glimpse of Jesus
I thought "how can this be"
I wasn't looking for Jesus
But Jesus was looking for me

The moral of this story
And I swear this one is true
In all his grace and glory
Jesus is looking for you


Mdailey
02/12/09