Poems

The Secret Place

Ambition, hatred, fear—the dreams of night—Aggression, lawlessness, the deed uncouth,Are as the darkness swiftly taking flightBefore the bright, illuminating truth"Why stand aghast at nothingness?

Supply Precedes Demand

I do not need to know the wayThat Love will meet my need;I only need to trust each day,And on Love's bounty feed.

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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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My Prayer Today

I long had prayed that God might see my wayAnd take from me my earthly bonds and giveMe better things.

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Humility

Oh, let me be more childlike, Lord,More humble, meek, and mild,And let me put my hand in ThineAnd trust Thee as a child.

Christmas Bells

Ring, Christmas bells, ring loud and clear,Ring words of Truth to far and near;'Tis Christmas Day—a babe is born!Ring clearer, bells, ring soft, ring loud,Dispel the dark and misty cloud,Ring in the truth, ring in the morn.

In God We Live

SAFE in the Father's home I dwell,Seeing the radiance of His face,Where He would have His child to be,And none can move me from this place.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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From Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Peace Is Here

WHAT was it like when angels sang of peaceUpon Judea's hills that winter night?

Direction

Lord, when my footsteps pause at those detoursAlong life's road, I pray Thee let me seeThy pleasures wiser than the world's allures;And let me choose the path that goes to Thee,Remembering that vacillation findsAn ever-clouded scene, wherein no riftAbove illumes Thy certain way that windsLike gleaming ribbon through this shadow-drift.

The Hills of Galilee

I love to think of the sunlit hillsIn the land of Galilee,The same fair hills that our Master lovedIn his earthly ministry.

The Bible

I take the Bible in my hand,And then the seers before me stand; The prophets teach, the Psalmist sings, While sound again the silver strings.

There Is No Death

There is no silver cord to loose,No golden bowl to break;Death is a dream of mortal sense,From which we all must wake;For God is Life—He knows no death;And as His children weSweet heritage of life are given,Now and eternally.

Demonstration

Whence cometh peace?