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Jericho looms athwart my rocky track:Its brooding towers forbid the fertile land,And I must bootless compass its stark wallsFor faithful days without a sign of crackTo show obedience is strength. They standDefiant of my croaking ram's horn calls.
What change can silent trudging bring aboutUnseen in fort or me? Yet His commandPrepares—beyond the strength of battering mauls—The instant when, at Spirit's Sabbath shout,The city falls.
Trusting that good will continue to unfold
K. Liselotte Arnold
Ben, Carol Weir with contributions from Dennis Benson
Forgiveness—a grace of Love
Lizabeth Hermine Furst
Hugh Pendexter III
The first thought—all day
Dorothy Locke Conlin
About not waiting to live
Allison W. Phinney, Jr.
Getting there from here
Michael D. Rissler
Healing in the middle of the night
Susan Booth Mack
All that I value in life I owe to Christian Science
As our family has grown, I have felt an increasing trust in our...
Patricia M. Udall
It was a beautiful day, and I felt good! After I spent the morning...
Sylvia I. Clayton
My gratitude for Christian Science knows no bounds for all the...
Hildegarde K. Hinkel, William P. Hinkel, Jr.