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God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
Only
a pleasant word a stranger spoke to me,Just one kind word along the path of life,So brightened up the day that I forgot the night;A ray of hope appeared 'mind toil and strife.
Above
the earth hangs heavily night's mist,Yet as in hope I watch the eastern sky,Faintly the light gleams through the lessening gloom,Telling the waiting world that day is nigh.
In
traveling the pathway which Christian Science points out to us as the one road to heaven or harmony, we seem to be persistently beset by a claim or condition which says we are not advancing, are not doing our work, are not living as we should and cannot, therefore we may as well stop trying, go back to the old way of living according to the dictates of human sense and self-will, where we are free to carry out the suggestions of selfishness.
Passing
a new public building lately, admiring the beauty and grandeur of its outline, noting its massiveness and strength rising so grandly above the surroundings, I could not help going back in thought to the time the same vast piece of masonry was begun, remembering how long it was before any evidence of a building appeared to the onlooker.
Obey!
Obedience is the lawOf Life eternal,For only thus is opened upThe way supernal;In Life is harmony and health,And God's perfectionMust by His law be ever foundIn His reflection.
I feel that I can truly say with the Psalmist, "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
During five years of faithful, persistent effort, midst multiplied defeat and triumph, Truth has, so unconsciously on my part, transformed my nature from that of extreme sensitiveness and dependence to one of such marked self-possession and independence.
From babyhood I was reared in the thought that I was the victim of hereditary consumption, my mother having died of this disease when I was but a week old.
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