LOVE'S DECREE

Dear Father,I delight to know Thy child—all glorious within Thy sight,of substance one with Thee, reflecting lightin Christly stature—Truth's transparency.Only what false sense beholds or flesh infers can fallor die. Thou, Love, that evermore decrees Thy holy onethe very apple of Thine eye.

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HYPNOTISM NOT REMEDIAL
July 16, 1955
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