Poem June 2, 1923 ISSUE

The Mother Church

MAMIE DELL FRISBIE

O Church of Christ, divine!Thou art a structure strong of Truth and Love,Whose firm foundation finds its sacred restEmbedded deep in Principle—I am.Thou hast no fear of storms by day or night;Dark, threat'ning clouds and shifting winds touch notThe strength of all thy bulwarks—wrought in Mind.Thy corner-stone was found in Genesis,Where man, in God's own image, stands repleteWith Love's omnipotence. Upon this rockThy structure stands, undaunted by the claimsOf carnal sense. No greater truth e'er cameTo human consciousness than "perfect GodAnd perfect man."Science and Health, p. 259.

O Mother Church! How mighty is thy name!The secret dwelling place of Love divine,Where men may learn to know their God aright,And find their rest and heaven, here and now,In spiritual understanding blest.

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