Poems

Gratitude

"It's heaven to be thankful,"Said a woman at the gate;"It's heaven when you're seeingThat you've really learned to wait;It's heaven—the forgiving,And the blessed standing still;It's heaven when you're listeningAnd you're trusting to God's will.

THE SUNSET HOUR

The sky is flushing gold and rose,And twilight shadows fall;A tender peace that comes from GodGently enfoldeth all.

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From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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The Wilderness

I went into the wilderness that day,With heart bowed down and eyes so filled with tearsI neither saw nor knew I had but passedThe portal to the narrow way that leadsTo Life—abundant Life.

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Love Never Faileth

Though there be prophecies, prophecies shall fail,Though there be knowledge, 'twill vanish away.

Daystar

When to the earth our Saviour came,This guide to all the world was given—A splendid star of living flame,Burning in the height of heaven.

Messiah

The Judean hills still stand immovable,As on the night that stranger star appeared,And a triumphal angel host declaredThe advent of a Prince to Israel.

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From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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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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The Christ is King

The wakeful shepherds hear the tidings toldAnew, as on Judean hills of old.

Labor

The man whose hours are filled with loving toilof hand or mind, some goodness to achieve,

Lynn

Evening had come; all day the sun had pouredDown through the attic window, and all dayThe pen moved swiftly at the Word of God.

Never Forget

Never forget: behind the mist of seeming,The Sun of righteousness, in this, God's hour,In settled and irrevocable power,On all is streaming;Cleansing the heart, enlightening the eyes,Revealing man, compassionate and wise—Though carnal thought nor reason has, nor ruth,Yet God is Truth!

Daily Bread

Tired worker, still unwearied in devotion,Rest and renewal are provided with your task;Be not self-pityful, lest privative emotionDeny to you God's wealth because you will not ask.
Pray in the silence of the listening night,That God unclose dull eyes and give them light.