Yesterday in church we sang the hymn This Is My Father's World. I tried to remember that today as I walked into the classroom. I don't have to cower in fear. This classroom belongs to Him and He put me there today to accomplish something.
This is my Father's world,
and to my listening ears
all nature sings, and round me rings
the music of the spheres.
This is my Father's world:
I rest me in the thought
of rocks and trees, of skies and seas;
his hand the wonders wrought.
This is my Father's world,
the birds their carols raise,
the morning light, the lily white,
declare their maker's praise.
This is my Father's world:
he shines in all that's fair;
in the rustling grass I hear him pass;
he speaks to me everywhere.
This is my Father's world.
O let me ne'er forget
that though the wrong seems oft so strong,
God is the ruler yet.
This is my Father's world:
why should my heart be sad?
The Lord is King; let the heavens ring!
God reigns; let the earth be glad!
Let me say too that despite some of the odd incidents today, each day is better than the last. The majority of the students are getting the picture that I'm not here to mess around and that they'd better get to work. I appreciate their willingness to do that and am hopeful that I can soon provide a safe, productive, positive learning environment for them.
