Poems

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TENDERNESS

Jessie Louise Salls

God's Word, when it is purely spoken,Transforms the mind or spirit broken,And even when the words are fewTenderness Love's work will do.
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"WHEREWITH SHALL I COME BEFORE THE LORD...?"

Margery Todahl Blokhine

Heart of mine, be still and bringTo the feast an offering.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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"BLESSED ARE THE POOR IN SPIRIT"

Max Dunaway

Clothe me in Your spirit, Lord; my own is worn and thin.

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REFLECTION, NOT YEARNING

Peter J. Henniker-Heaton

We need not yearn to bless or to be blest.
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YOUR FATHER HEARS

Phebe West

God listens to our silent prayers;No mortal din can dull His ears:Our daily needs the Lord supplies;Our grateful praise He always hears.
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WHO ARE YOU?

Benjamin Sturgis Pray

IDENTITY is not to be from there or here— from nation, race, profession, place, from poor, from peer.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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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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SAFETY

Cyril H. Golding

Is it the soft, encircling arm Cradling tiny babe to breast, Or even the branch that keeps from harm Fledgling in the hedgerow nest?
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PERMANENT ADDRESS

Pearl Strachan Hurd

WHERE do you want to live?
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THE BURNING BUSH

Fanny de Groot Hastings

Still in the lone, the desert place There grows the bush that burns with fire And yet is not consumed; no trace Of heat or smoke has singed its spire.
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A LESSON FROM MICHELANGELO

Pierrepont E. Twitchell

He was the greatest sculptor of them all.