I climb, with joy, the heights of Mind, To soar o’er time and space; I yet shall know as I am known And see Thee face to face. —Violet Hay, Christian Science Hymnal, No.
In every nation, men have fought for human liberty; And since God’s justice must prevail, then all men will be free. In every age, the heart has yearned for human hopes of peace; And since God’s will must be fulfilled, then slavery has to cease.
Our Father has no favorite child; His fullness and His grace Belong to all, and everyone Is held in Love’s embrace. Oh, blessed bond of fellowship, Fast sealed at Soul’s behest, Through Spirit’s lens all men are seen Reciprocally blest.
Wake to your sense of original innocence, Honor the joy there, the beauty, magnificence, Banishing thoughts of anxiety, ugliness, “Worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness. ” * Closing the door as you enter the “secret place,” Hidden from secular noise in His quiet grace, Knowing His love for all, praying with gratitude, Meekly acknowledging God’s great infinitude, Safe in the kingdom of God, divine consciousness, Witness the Christ-healing power, His righteousness.
Whoa, great red dragon! You sure look big and strong. You could be quite alarming If you weren’t a total wrong.
At evening I would pray to Thee, When shadows round my pathway fall And the betrayer greeteth me, Some erring sense material, And fear and hate around me throng. Oh, may that Mind then dwell in me, And may that Spirit make me strong, That watched above Gethsemane.
The antivirus scan complete, there’s a notice on my screen Congratulating me that my computer is now clean. But at this very moment, while feeling kind of blue, I’m cheered to realize that I am free of errors too.
Former trials are passed away, those Revelation vials of plague. Truth’s power to destroy all ills is lively as in Jesus’ time, today.
To God, who made me free, complete thanks be To God who knows my nature, sweet thanks be To God who gives me every good Whose power has forever stood Who joys in Father-Motherhood thanks be! —Cheryl Ranson .
Dear Lord, I thank Thee that I did not get An answer to my prayer of long ago. In looking back, I see I asked amiss In praying for the things I longed for so.