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Upon our visiting you,I can only imagine what it must have been like—imprisoned, for a crime you didn't commit,your freedom withheld—like cold, tearless sorrow.
And I look at you nowand see, clear as the light within you,how innocent you areand how your words comewhite, yet packed as lamb's wool.
The apple of His eye
GLADYS C. GIRARD
Letting our light shine
The Father's house is not remote
The outstretched hand of the Christ
GRETA E. MEADER
"I have lots of loves"
MELISSA DOW FUNK
To those who don't wear glasses (and those who do)
NATHAN A. TALBOT
JUDITH ANN BELANGER
Spiritual education of our children
Cherishing our children metaphysically
I was once a shepherd
Drew Ten Eyck
Daily I thank God that Christian Science was introduced...
SUSAN DIANE MATTSON
Several years ago I suddenly became quite ill, something unusual...
CHARLES E. AMERMAN
One day I promised my three-and-one-half-year-old son that we...
KATHERINE DARDEN FINNIGAN
"Pilgrim on earth, thy home is heaven; stranger, thou art the...
WALDENA R. JACKSON