Teacher,
teacher take my hand,
Welcome
to my beautiful land.
I
will try to learn your English,
But
to me it sounds like gibberish.
I
want to talk to you, and know.
From
where does all the love flow?
I
will try, and will you, to know me as I you?
There
are so few that come, cross the ocean blue
To
tell me of a Saviors love that I feel,
It’s
in your smile and in your eyes, it is real.
Student,
dear student, take my hand.
I
am falling in love with your beautiful land.
I
am trying but I know so little of your language
Together,
somehow we manage,
But
little student it is my prayer.
That
you will put your soul in the greatest Teacher’s care.
That
you will take His hand...
That
someday, we will meet in a His heavenly land.
