Poems

Prayer of assurance

You give us the power to trust inYour Word,

Not to worry

To worryis to believe that Godis not goodor not always goodor not everywhere goodor not good enough.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Alleluia!

Praise God!.

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In Him I live

God is my Life.
If I could rewrite the Bible,would I outline an easier plan?

Closer to God

The Word is always there!Tender human care and touchMay support us in some trial or dark despair,But it's God's love, the Father-Mother's love,The universal strength of Truth,That brings us home,Home to the Science of the Christ—The Comforter we all may share.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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Where is He?

When you're aloneAnd no one's home,God is there.

One Comforter

"As one whom his mother comforteth,so will I comfort you;and ye shall be comforted in Jerusalem.

A grievance healed

A grievance,refrigerated in a cold, cold heartmelts in grateful tears,when we open, at Christ's knock,the icebox door and let in the warmthof our Father's tender lovefor all His children.

Innocent!

Here I am, Lord!I'm just a little child.

An angel at midnight

Throes of thought,screaming for attention,cut the midnight silence.

"Who teacheth like him?"*

I've learned when healing comesIt's like the Beatitudes understood.