Poems

NOT SERVANT, BUT SON

We seek You, Love,As ever we must seek to know our source.

THE WATCH

Like some sleep-fighting child, I cling to fear,With rest more close than hand-reach at my willOnly by bidding pain-nagged sense be still,Grasping the far-sought gift that lies so near.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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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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EXEMPLAR

What may Thy servant do this day, dear Lord,To win a weary traveler to Thy door?

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QUIETUDE

Let me be so quiet, Lord,So near and dear to Thee,That I can hearThy still, small voiceWhispering truthTo me.

RED ROCK

She sat beside this sea long hours;She saw its many changing moods—Changing with those of sky and clouds.

"UPON THIS ROCK"

"Before the crowing cock has stilled his voice,Thou shalt have thrice denied me.

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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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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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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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IF WE BUT REALIZE

We must bewarewhen we condemnunless the very snarein which a brother's fallenbecomes our pen.

HURRICANE HOURS

The hedge rose held against the blast,Above the frail fence bars,Reflecting Love's omnipotenceLike firmament of stars.

FORGIVENESS

Father , forgive themThe mocking words, the scornWhich fell upon the faithful sonWho gave his allThat those who heard might know Thy truthIn resurrection morn.

JESUS THE CHRIST

He was not trapped by human birth,Son of a virgin, Jesse's rod.
How oft, asked Peter, shall I forgive the brotherwho has sinned against me?

GOD'S HOUSE

A timeless symbol, Bethel was the hauntOf angels, where God's ladder was let downPerpetually—the church of first renownWhose angel choir intoned its sacred chauntAscending and descending.