Teaching Tools

 The sun just broke through the tumbled cloud blue!

 (and the internet returned after an extra-long hiatus:)

Lord, teach us faith, so we may trust

And kiss the rod that tempers us

Where we, foot-shod must walk until

We fly above this mortal swill

Then God will strip our dust-frames bare

For we will need no armor there

Lord, teach us hope, highlight life's woes

With grace from whence all mercy flows

To clay, the harbor of the soul

Then, lest comfort be god or goal

Lord, rouse in us a passion higher

Than the flame of shame’s bonfire

Lord, teach us love so we may be

In every step-by-step, like Thee

For hate can never usurp love 

Or be greater than God above

For God is love, Supreme Decree

That broke sin's curse and set us free

Lord, teach us faith and hope and love

This string that weaves time’s stinging glove

Will soon disintegrate; its reach

Like waves dissolving on a beach

When dust, blood-brimming falls to naught

And faith becomes the sight we sought

© Janet Martin