Poems

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Where is He?

Julie Bachmann

When you're aloneAnd no one's home,God is there.
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One Comforter

Christina Sloan

"As one whom his mother comforteth,so will I comfort you;and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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A grievance healed

Mary Elizabeth G. Baker

A grievance,refrigerated in a cold, cold heartmelts in grateful tears,when we open, at Christ's knock,the icebox door and let in the warmthof our Father's tender lovefor all His children.

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Innocent!

Ralph Hollingsworth Clarke

Here I am, Lord!I'm just a little child.
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An angel at midnight

Kurt Lancaster

Throes of thought,screaming for attention,cut the midnight silence.
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"Who teacheth like him?"*

Louise Clarke Harsch

I've learned when healing comesIt's like the Beatitudes understood.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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A resurrection for you—walk free!

Karin Jean Gillett

"The Lord is risen indeed, andhath appeared to Simon.
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Back-street Christ

Godfrey John

"No, it's not too late to walkto where no hands, no lies abuse— to wander openly, to talkof hopes to free, of fears to lose.
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Stings

Charlotte Egea

Angry words stung like the hornets whose nest was stirredby a broom held all wrong,as a boy swept the porch, his job that day,and I shouted to make my point heard.
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Wake up! Wake up!

Dorothy Edith Drummond

Have I been thoughtlessly so long sleeping—Losing the bright, sparkling, first love and joy,Resting on laurels long grown dim,A figure of apathy, ardency thin?
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The angels of my life*

Margery Vause Carlson

My angels wear no wings—except the wings of Loveto bear me upabove the stony pathand help me soar.
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I fill the void

Robert Ennemoser

Right where a yawning void stares you in the face—loss, failure, and desolation,where nothing seems to thrive,where there seems to be no way out—right there am I.