What is the solution to ALL of the world's problems?   I think I have it!!If only we could follow this wonderful poem's promise, the world would truly reflect God's plan for all mankind.
Today's challenge is clear.   Practice, Practice,  Practice.....
 TEACH ME TO  LOVE
  
 There was a  time when in my daily prayer
 I asked for all  the things I deemed most fair,
 And necessary  to my life – success,
 Riches, of  course, and ease, and happiness;
 A host of  friends, a home without alloy;
 A primrose path  of luxury and joy,
 Social  distinction, and enough of fame
 To leave behind  a well-remembered name.
  
 Ambition ruled  my life.  I longed to do
 Great things,  that all my little world might view
 And whisper,  “Wonderful!”
                                                 Ah, patient God,
 How blind we  are, until Thy shepherd’s  rod
 Of tender  chastening gently leads us on
 To better  things! … 
  
 Today I have  but one
 Petition,  Lord – Teach me to love.   
 Indeed It is my  greatest and my only need – 
 Teach me to  love, 
 not those who  first love me,
 But all the  world, with that rare purity
 Of broad  outreaching thought which
 Bears no trace
 Of earthly  taint, but holds in its embrace
 Humanity, and  only seems to see 
 The good in  all, reflected Lord from  Thee.
  
 And teach me,  Father, how to love the most
 Those who most  stand in need of love-
 That host  of people who are sick and poor and bad,
 Whose tired  faces show their lives are sad,
 Who toil along  the road with footsteps slow,
 And hearts more  heavy than the world can know-
 People whom  others pass discreetly by,
 Or fail to hear  the pleading of that cry
 For help, amid  the tumult of the crowd;
 Whose very  anguish makes them cold and proud,
 Resentful,  bitter in their grief-
 I want to bring  them comfort and relief,
 To put my hand  in theirs, and at their side
 Walk softly on,  a faithful, fearless guide.
  
 O Saviour, thou  the Christ, Truth, ever near,
 Help me to feel  these sad ones doubly dear
 Because they  need so much!  Help me to seek 
 And find that  which they thought was lost;   to speak
 Such words of  cheer that as we pass along
 The wilderness  shall blossom into song.
  
 Ah, Love  divine, how empty was that prayer
 Of other days!  That which was once so fair-
 Those flimsy  baubles that the world calls joys
 Are nothing to  me now but broken toys.
 Outlived,  outgrown.  I thank Thee that I know
 Those much  desired dreams of long ago,
 Like  butterflies, have had their summer’s day
 Of brief  enchantment and have gone.   I 
 Pray for better  things 
 Thou knowest,  God above,
 My one desire  now - Teach me to love.
  (Reprinted from  the Christian Science Journal of October 1908)
 This is an old but timeless poem... a worthy guide that I will earnestly try to practice.......
We can pray for the coming of the time when our worth is based on how well we follow the guidance in this lovely poem.