Poems

Loving Father

Loving Father, Truth triumphant, Counselor and King,Here we gather to adore Thee, here our hearts we bring.

Let Something Good be Said

When over the fair fame of friend or foeThe shadow of disgrace shall fall; insteadOf words of blame, or proof of thus and so,Let something good be said.

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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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What's the use of blaming others,...

What's the use of blaming others,For the faults we know are ours?

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Dare to Try

Dare to try!What though a thousand critics waitTo cavil at the thing you do?

Brotherhood

That plenty but reproaches meWhich leaves my brother bare,Not wholly glad my heart can beWhile his is bowed with care.

My Thought of God

God is my Life, and God is good,And in His goodness I'll rejoice;His care supplies my daily food,He guides me with His loving voice;And day by day my way I'll wendTo Him, my Father and my Friend.

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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.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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"The Harvest truly is Plenteous"

"The harvest truly is plenteous,But the laborers are few;"The work is ready and waiting,Waiting for me and for you.
If you are tempted to revealA tale some one to you has toldAbout another, make it pass,Before you speak, three gates of gold.
Give me the gospel of the fields and woods—The sermons written in the book of books;The sweet communion of the things of earthFresh with the warm baptism of the sun.

A Cottage Portrait

WITHIN my humble hall there hangs against the wallA fairer flower than summer garlands show,—A beautiful old face whose gentleness and graceBeam forth like winter flowers beside the snow.

Gratitude

When the heart once enshrouded in darkness and gloom,Has been filled with the sunshine of God,Were it Possible then to conceal the bright raysAs they scatter their radiance abroad?

Why?

If the wren can clingTo a spray a-swingIn the mad May wind, and sing and singAs if she'd burst for joy;