Poems

Clearing a path

Human knowledge/opinions are often like pebbles:Tossed carelessly, they sometimes weigh likegreat stones upon the heart.

Seeking God's grace

Father creator,Your glorious dawn unfolds.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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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Like him, desire, pray, seek,In his same words, with heart made meek:"Lord, what wilt thou have me.

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Our Father's house

The children are strong and wise,Their vision is clear.

Breath of heaven

Did the lightning frighten,the thunder offend?

A healing peace

Raging wind uproots treesdashes waves against the lakeshoreleaves chaotic piles of rubble.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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From Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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God's care

None of our effortsto strive for goodcan ever be in vain.

A psalm of thanksgiving

Let me give gracious attention to You, my Light and my Father;Let me bow down my attitude in recognition of Your grandeur.

God's is the glory

I had admitted and acknowledgedthat the kingdom was God'sand the power was His.

Joy, with gratitude!

Stirred, thought risesfinds the Comforterlight-wingedfast-forwarding.

I hear a deeper strain

It was longI sang the songof my fathers.

Pure gratitude

I have been delivered intactfrom many a fiery furnace—some hotter than others—thanking and praisinglong after deliveranceLove the deliverer,who then gently reminded methat pure gratitudecontains no slightest beliefthat there ever was smell of smokemingled with the sweet fragranceof Love's all-presence.