Two Sculptors

Last week I was substitute teaching for a 4th grade class and their classroom teacher had this poem on her desk. I thought it was just lovely so I copied it and I thought I'd share it with you real quick this morning. 

Two Sculptors

I dreamed I stood in a studio

And watched two sculptors there 

The clay they used was a young child's mind

And they fashioned it with care.

One was a teacher; the tools she used

Were books, music and art. 

One, a parent who worked with a guiding hand

And a gentle, loving heart. 

Day after day the teacher toiled

With touch that was deft and sure,
While the parent labored by her side

And polished and smoothered it o'er.

And when at last their task was done, 

They were proud of what they had wrought; 

For the tings they had molded into the child

Could neither be sold or bought. 

And each agreed she would have failed 

If she had worked alone, 

The parent and the school, 

The teacher and the home. 

-Author Unknown_ 

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer

Let us give thanks to God above,

Thanks for expressions of His love,

Seen in the book of nature, grand

Taught by His love on every hand.

Let us be thankful in our hearts,

Thankful for all the truth imparts,

For the religion of our Lord,

All that is taught us in His word.

Let us be thankful for a land,

That will for such religion stand;

One that protects it by the law,

One that before it stands in awe.

Thankful for peace o’er land and sea,

Thankful for signs of liberty,

Thankful for homes, for life and health,

Pleasure and plenty, fame and wealth.

Thankful for friends and loved ones, too,

Thankful for all things, good and true,

Thankful for harvest in the fall,

Thankful to Him who gave it all.




Happy Thanksgiving to All where ever and how ever you may be celebrating it! 
Prairie Mother 

Sunday Devotions - This Old Bible

This Old Bible

by Calvin Hart

I was browsing through the books at a second hand store,

When I found an old Bible, tattered and worn.
The pages were yellow, the binding was scored,
The cover was dusty, faded and torn.

It must have been a hundred years old,
Or perhaps even more,
Well, I bought that old Bible,
From that second hand store.

I went back to my home,
Sat down in my chair,
And opened the old Bible,
With delicate care.

On the inside cover were the faded words,
"To momma, with love from your son",
And I though of the joy that she must have felt,
To receive such a gift as this one.

As I thumbed through the pages I found scriptures marked,
Underlined so carefully,
And I thought of the comfort those scriptures had brought,
To those who owned this Bible before me.

The twenty third Psalms was underlined,
And the Beatitudes of Matthew five,
And I could tell where tear drops had stained the scripture,
That told how Jesus had suffered and died.

And I could almost feel the joy and thrill,
In the hand that marked the scripture in red,
That told how the angels had opened the tomb,
And how Jesus arose from the dead.

I found John 3:16 was underlined,
And Romans 6:23,
And John 14:6, where Jesus said,
"No man cometh unto the Father, but by Me".

As I held that old Bible that I'd bought for one dollar,
I knew it's immeasurable worth,
Not only was it someone's most prized possession,
It was the most important book on earth.

I wondered how many tear drops had stained it's pages,
In salvation so pure and free,
I wondered how many hearts and souls it had touched,
Before it found its way to me.

Now it stands on my bookshelf,
A prized possession again,
A symbol of God's love and sacrifice,
His written word to all men.

Dear God, Thank You for the most important book on Earth, the Bible. Your truth is revealed to us. Dear Lord bless those who spread Your word to those who have yet to read it. Amen.