To My Teachers...

You have filled my small brain with a glorious amount of knowledge since i was 3 feet tall. Now that i've grown and my uniforms are too small, you've long since left my memories but i won't forget the kind words you said to me when i was upset about that one boy stealing my crayons. You helped me spell and color inside the lines, you helped me walk with a book on my head and a teacup in my hand. You watched me write the words cat and dog in my handwriting that looked more like scribbles. You watched me grow from one word pages to full chapter books in a month. You let me cry when i scraped my shins and came to my aid with a band aid in record time. You taught me the error of my ways and the colors of the rainbow. But the one thing i will never forget is how to taught me God's wonderful word and how the Lord died for me and for my sins. You told us the Lord's prayer every morning for 10 months and held our hands together when we prayed to Him. You are my teacher's and you've long since left my memories but i will never forget the kid prayers and gentle whispers of love you sent my way...