Poems

A Christmas Prayer

A star shone down on quiet fields,Lo, many years ago,To tell men that the light of TruthWas there to heal earth's woe.

Bethlehem

The Wisemen of the East had wandered farIn search of Truth;Led by a star,Their earnest prayer to find the Christ-ideaWas realized.

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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 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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Hear His Voice

O nations, hear His voice which spake,"Be still and know that I am God;"Go forth, the bonds of slavery break,Thy weapon Truth's correcting rod.

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Quiet Sanctuary

Here do I search my heart to findIf doubt, or sin, or fearBecloud my consciousness, and hideLove's healing presence, near.

Peace Shall Come to the World

"Love never faileth.
Once again God's Word has claimed me,Once again His voice I hear,Calling through the mist and darknessMessages of joy and cheer.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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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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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Assurance

To Hagar, for her young son's life despairing.

Contemporaries

Gallant young soldier waiting to be called,And I, who have scored my threescore years and ten,We stand together facing the same foe,The last to be encountered and overcomeWith the ultimate proof that Life can never end.

When the Spray Is White

In whirlwind hour of peril, grief, or fear,How gently, surely, Truth and Love draw near!What though the spray be white, the foothills shaken?

The Heaven of Soul

In vain among philosophies and doctrinesMen seek the truth which lives in Christ alone.

This Is Grace

The divine affluence—eternal goodness—infinitely and impartiallypouring itself outupon manfrom its inexhaustible source:this is grace.

Who Waits on God

Who waits on God waits not in vain,His pilgrim path is sure;For more of grace he shall attain,And rest in Truth, secure.