Education and Moral Development

Will anything in these hands make the change we wish to see?

Or is the only one changing really just me.

And if that is the case, would there be any disgrace to never see the fruits of this tree, the tree of me, whose roots have come to be uprooted and replanted once so dull but now outlandish...

In education, you may never know. All the work and effort may never grow. But this water I pour was never mine to store for out of the spout and into the ground it seeps... Never knowing where it goes nor keeps.

I work for the change I wish to see. I work for the Son of Man I long to be. I work day and night and carry the plight of my own tree. The one from the seed of me - whose growth I could barely see - for the growth that was to come to be all of which simply came from Thee -