Do better now....

There are days that I am often reminded of this short poem:-

He came to my desk with a quivering lip, the lesson was done,

Have you a new sheet for me, dear teacher, I have spoiled this one,

I took his sheet all soiled and blotted,

Gave him a new one all unspotted,

And into his tired heart I cried,

Do better now, my child.

I went to the throne with a trembling heart, the day was done,

Have you a new day for me , dear Master, I have spoiled this one,
He took my day all soiled and blotted,

Gave me a new one all unspotted,

And into my tired heart He cried,

Do better now, my child.