Poems

Inseparability

Dear Father, wheresoe'er Thou artThere I must be,As sunbeam to the glowing sunAm I to Thee.

The Realm of Love

Man does not live unto himself alone,In consciousness divine he acts and moves,Nor hates, nor fears, but hears God's Word—and loves.

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These books healed me

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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My Supply

To understand, each day, a little moreOf God's dear love,To feel His sacred presence ever near,All fear remove,To know I am His well-beloved child,And that in peace and safety I abideBeneath the shelter of His gracious wing,The while my footsteps He doth gently guideTo heights above;

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My Prayer

Help me, dear Lord, to speak the kindly word,And leave the harsh retort unsaid;Help me, when error argues loveless deeds,To do the loving thing instead.

Such as I Have

My pennies may not take thee far,O passing friend with piteous plea,But like to Peter long ago,Such as I have give I to thee.

God is Love

Oh , sing! and praise! ye righteous captive,Oh, list to Love's sweet call!Your heavenly Father waits to bless you,For He is over all.

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Shared reflections

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These books healed me

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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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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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Beauty and Goodness

Burgeoning trees and singing brook,Full, bounteous harvest, all proclaimHow great the goodness of our God,How great the glory of His name.

Thy Armor

Those who have heard the voice of Truth,And know the better way;Are well prepared, with armor on,To prove His truth each day.

My Father Knoweth

I know not what my needs may be,My needs apart from wayward wants.
That wondrous peace which Jesus heldAlways inviolateLifted him high above the stormsOf cruelty and hate—Forsaken by his followers,Abandoned to his fate.

Communion

Hast thou grown weary of the lifeless creeds,Devoid of inspiration, vision, power?

Protection

Why need I fear to go aloneTo places strange and far away?