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.
Dear Father-Mother Life, Not from me to these, But from Thee the Christ Goes out to all the world Today, As inspiration flows. Beloved Father Truth, No sleep or judgment, Only joy attends! We pray, for all these here Today, Strength to share Your message.
I wonder what our world would be like If the Bible became our Facebook, And we spent our hours researching its text, Finding joy and peace with each look. If we needed assurance that all was all right With our family and friends far or near, The Book has a message so clear and direct, “Be not afraid, God is here.
Upheld by Love I soar so free What is my guide God’s thought of me. … God’s thought is me.
The orange suits—camouflage of mortality. For I see who you are—children of the One Parent but seeming deluded, despairing, cast down.
A fitness for service reveals a willing spiritual inclination to dispense good to others, A patient self-forgetfulness with no thought of recompense, A steadfast obedience that exchanges burden for blessing, activity for achievement, That looses from the moorings of self and apathy to freely roam within His boundless opportunities, Never loaded down, but always lifted up. *Mary Baker Eddy, Message to The Mother Church for 1902, p.