Poems

Quietness

There is a quietness more real than sound.

Thy Birthright

Didst thou but know thy God aright,And His true image see,Thou wouldst not have a doubt or fearFor what's in store for thee.

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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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Victory

Truth is the only victor—This is our triumph song.

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"Blessed are the meek"

"Blessed are the meek," the Master said;The earth shall be their heritage.

In the Consciousness of Love

The way was dreary where I walked,The waters turbulent and deepThat I must cross, and many timesI turned my head aside to weep.

Restitution

At Truth's clear spring I stoop to drink again,And somber shapes of sorrow, sin, and painWithdraw.

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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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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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Healing

At evening, ere the sun was set,The thronging sufferers came,And Jesus healed them every one—Healed each and all the same.

Confidence

I thank Thee, God, that I've no need to growConfused and weary when the climb is slow;For Love will never let me go astrayOr falter anxiously along the way.

His Rule, How Kind!

How kind the reign of Him who rules above!His kingdom is a safe and sheltering place,Where none can ever hide himself from LoveOr wander from his Father's smiling face.
Father of lights, with whom no shadow dwelleth,Mind whose unerring wisdom freely tellethGood that is secret to the mortal heart,Open our eyes to see Thee as Thou art,Till all the world, flooded with Thy blessed light,Knoweth Thy day, wherein there is no night.

"Thy word is truth"

"Thy word is truth," prayed Jesus with the twelve.
O weary searcher for reality,Who knoweth not where peace is found,Be still, and listen for the voice of Love;Love telleth thee where all "these things" abound.