Poems

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Commanding stones

CAROLYN E. HOLTE

With the rod of GodMoses struck the rockand waters flowed forth.
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Legacy

ELIZABETH DEATON

It was foretold from days of oldthe Messiah would come.

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Where is God when bad things happen?

Have you ever asked yourself where God is when you’re faced with bad news? We invite you to listen to each episode and discover ideas that spark hope and inspiration.

From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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It's all right to cry...

HELEN LOUISE OEHLER

There was one who did.

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Gratitude: our perennial debt

LEATRICE JOY GILBERT

Dear Lord, here I am again—Asking, asking, asking.
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The safe place

Virginia Thesiger

There is no little space where God is not,No crevice, cranny, fissure, scissure, slot,No corner overlooked, no hidden gateThrough which His counterfeits can infiltrate.
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DID YOU EVER WONDER?

MARY ELIZABETH DAVIS

That waiting lad—five loaves and two fishes,that's all he had.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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"The warfare with one's self is grand"*

DORIS KERNS QUINN

For this grand warfare let me go prepared—Never asleep, and never off my guard.
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Faith's secret

BEVERLY JEAN McCREARY

I ask not for a field already grown,nor even for the cheery mustard flowerfully blown.
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The door

JUNE M. F. WILDEMAN

I pushed open the door with the signCARE ABOUT OTHERS,which led up from the cellar of self.
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The breath of prayer

MAURICE JAY

The streetlamp pours its pale washacross the still wet bricks,and the summer's breezeis an eddying of invisible feathersacross my gazing face.
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In the morning...

ELIZABETH KEYES WILLIAMS

Peter, I know you—the wondrous joy when,led to the mount,you saw, you nearly understood!
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In heaven always ...

MARTHA SAGE VANG

Discouraged once again, lost in anguishFor what seemed the thousandth timeTo face recurring pain (relief often immediate)Only to come again,"What's left for me to learn, Lord?