Poems

RENAISSANCE

As the spatter of summer rainon drought-wilted fields,so is the Word of Truthto a thirsty heart.

SOUL KNOWS NO PAST

Soul knows no past; it knows not even yesterday.

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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 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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HARVEST HOUR

There is no fearTo fall in mist and showerFrom the storm center of a world's demesne.

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WITH HEALING MINISTRY

The Saviour looked with tender eyesUpon the needy multitudeAnd knew the healing touch of ChristWith holy ministry imbued.

NO FEAR IN LOVE

"THERE is no fear in love," the Scriptures say;It is not Love, our Father, that convicts.

CHILDLIKENESS

ONE truly does not have to be afraid.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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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 Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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From Safety

A safe refuge

Trust in God opens the door to a safe refuge, always available and always at hand.

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TENDERNESS

God's Word, when it is purely spoken,Transforms the mind or spirit broken,And even when the words are fewTenderness Love's work will do.
Heart of mine, be still and bringTo the feast an offering.
Clothe me in Your spirit, Lord; my own is worn and thin.

REFLECTION, NOT YEARNING

We need not yearn to bless or to be blest.

YOUR FATHER HEARS

God listens to our silent prayers;No mortal din can dull His ears:Our daily needs the Lord supplies;Our grateful praise He always hears.

WHO ARE YOU?

IDENTITY is not to be from there or here— from nation, race, profession, place, from poor, from peer.