Poems

Healing

I stand this morn upon the mountaintop,And doubt and fear of evil now have fled.

Look Up

When burdens seem to be too great for bearing.

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From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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Our Refuge

Shelter us, O Father-Mother,In the secret place most high;In the ark of Thy protection,Where no evil can come nigh.

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Be Still

Be still, O struggling heart,Nor doubt the Father's care;He knows thy every need,And hears thy prayer.

The Good Neighbor

When in pity for distress you goDown the road to mankind's Jericho,Be prepared to pour on wounded thoughtOil from Christ's dear sancturary brought;Minister to him who droops from careWine distilled from praise in secret prayer.

Day

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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 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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Continuous Love

Continuous is Thy blessing, Lord;To us on streams of love it flows.

Prayer

O Lord , let not my daily prayerRequest Thy love for me.

Triumph

These are they, O God,Who came out of great tribulationAnd have washed their robes white.

True Praise

To sing God's praises is a joyous thing—No arduous toil devolves upon this song;Spontaneous and free, it sweeps alongAnd skims the peaks of praise on valiant wing.

A Place of Refuge

A Quiet habitation, where my heartMay rest, from fretful cares and troubles freed;Where every kindly act becomes a prayer;Where soft humility clothes every deed;Where drooping thought may rise above the earthTo reach the peak of God's own holy hill!'Tis thus He makes me lie in pastures green,And leadeth me beside the waters still.

Resurrection Song

Beneath the darkness of the treesThe plaintive moaning of the breezeWas hushed; the stars withdrawn.