I find myself in tears and joy
Awaiting my graduation
Surely I must have made it this time
Only every time, the Principal calls
More courses, more time
A school I never exit
Tomorrow calls; the future awaits
The day I face the world
A soul endowed with wisdom
Only staying in school I find me
Impatience crops up, giving in I often feel
But never an exit door I see but to sit and learn
When will the test be over oh mighty Principal?
Whence do I walk with my certificate of qualification?
But though I seek to know, He only must know better
I guess I have learnt something at least
That in this school I must stay
And seeking the exit I need stop
In the school of the Lord I learn
Every day to be molded I must accept
Not that I don’t grow weary
But His grace keeps me learning
An exit door I seek not
For beyond His hands I know no better place
In the hands of the potter
I am a pot that needs working
Stubborn and eager to be ready
But only the potter knows better
As a student of His ways
This is a school of a lifetime
One thought on “The school of a lifetime”
WOW! The exit door i seek not!
Best Regard, Mark Warui.