Keith Whitney (Deceased)

"The School of Christ"

The School of Christ, it's so painfully slow; A lifetime of years we are given simply to grow.  Attend this class everyday we must; For in this class there are no cuts.

You are know by the Head Teacher ever so well; not only in class, but at home after the bell. 
He's picked out your courses, yes the one's you will need; To walk the straight and narrow, to prosper and succeed. 

Some courses will surprise you, and some you won't understand.  All He asks is that you take them and do the best you can.  His school is definitely tougher than any around.  There is no diploma promised, but there is mention of a crown.

At times you'll feel like dropping out, so hear the word today; You must never, never, never give up.  No matter what comes your way.  We are His chosen students, looking towards eternity; Remember, this is no ordinary school and there are no G.E.D's.

Don't worry about tuition it has already been paid.  By your humble instructor, the one who leads the way.  It's time for class, I must go now or else I will be late.  To hear my teacher's words, which carry me through the day.

Yes, the School of Christ is painfully slow; at times it even seems to stand still.  If only we will grasp the truth, of laying down our will. 
Amen