Poems

Affluence

The fingers of each shrub and tree,In the dark earth grope trustinglyFor what they need; and He who knows

O Little Town of Bethlehem

O LITTLE town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep, The silent stars go by.

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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.

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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All is Thine

WHY worry for the future?

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The Sky of the Heart

A fallen leaf on a flowing stream,And on the water a moment's gleamOf sunshine—and the chilling grayO'erspreads more coldly the autumn day.

Art

At her light touch.

If Men were Wise

WHAT might be done if men were wise—What glorious deeds, my suffering brother,Would they uniteIn love and right,And cease their scorn of one another?

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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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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 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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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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BRIGHTEST star in darkest night,Christ's our Comrade in the fight.

"O Ye of Little Faith"

A sower sowed his seed, with doubts and fears;"I dare not hope," he said, "for fruitful ears; Poor hath the harvest been in other years.

A Prayer

Oh lead and light me, all the rugged way, As a fond mother leads her little child;

A Little More Love

The content of the worldling is not in his gold,Nor in wanton pleasures nor grasp of power,Though he striveth to gain these hour by hour,And yieldeth them homage till time is old;For stronger than passions or greed of gainIs his yearning for love, like a secret painThat no earthly treasures have yet consoled.
The hour is coming when men's holy churchShall melt away in ever-widening walls,And be for all mankind, and in its placeA mightier church shall come, whose covenant wordShall be the deeds of love.

Enough to Know

I Rest content, whate'er betide,For love and peace with me abide;I care not how my footsteps go;God guides! This is enough to know.