Poems

"Into any city of the Samaritans enter ye not.

What I know

I know that God is with meeverywhere I go,and when I want to heal something,the truth is what I know.

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Shared reflections

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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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What does man express?

Pure joy.

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Keeping the beat

Eternity sets the tempo of my activity—now—silencing time's whispered tyranny,too little, too late, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Springs up a higher view

Love of our God is all.

Ageless man

What Adam failed to seeEnoch saw with clarity:man's prime in preexistence—what was, and is,and ever will be,divine conception—man known spiritually.

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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.

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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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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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God

Thy name I glorify,Thy glory magnify.

"...the form of the fourth"

This fiery furnace,Fueled by lies of dissatisfaction, covetousness, pain, fear,Has lost its power to alarm me.

Egypt: nourisher of leaders

Plotted against, then cast into a pit;sold, then purchased in Egypt by Potiphar;Joseph prospered—even in prison.

Guided to supply

For too long just surviving,Adrift with debt, begging hope—O survivor, seek thought-incomeIn Mind, turn to the prophet.

After Peniel

I wrestled all night.

God's child

That you're perfect our Father has taught,So know you can do as you ought.