As a little child, I sat under my Sunday School table, And I made faces at Ellen and Gary. Yet, Mrs. Schaefer was teaching, and I was listening. In the first grade, I was writing my alphabet, And learning phonemes and suffixes and prefixes; I'd learn more in Middle School. I took my algebra, had my history, Had my science. I'd put my head down, and listen. I didn't do my work. Turned in assignments late. Didn't study for tests. Got high Bs on most of them, because I listened. Failed half my classes because I wouldn't do homework assignments. But, as a grown adult, it is about all I had in life, to give me any hope. If you took that away, even, I'd have none.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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