Poems

Gratitude

I thank Thee, gracious Father, for tender, loving care.

The Tide of Love

If there were not the rushing of His graceTo stem the backward thoughts that would effaceMy calm, by stinging memories that retraceRegrets, revive misdeeds, old errors base,My heart would low be laid.

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These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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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Supremacy

Forgive them, Father, said our gentle Lord—Unknowing what they do—and to the adored,Whose mercy he had daily lived to prove,Rose that pure message of transcendent love.

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Supply

Go first to where the source of substance lies.

"Blessed are the peacemakers"

Blessed are ye that make for peace,The eternal promise stands.

Arise!

Grieve not for what has gone before,Nor gaze with longing eyesInto the future's dim expanseTo list the dream that lies.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 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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"Fret not thyself"

"Fret not thyself"!What matters it to theeIf evildoers work iniquity?

God's Care

I am not poor, forgotten, or alone,All that God has is mine to use and share;I can receive these riches gratefullyAnd use them in His service everywhere.

Prayer

Dear Father-Mother God, I turn to Thee;O Thou, the only Mind, teach me to pray;O Spirit, Soul, direct my path awayFrom thralls of sense.

On Fearless Wing

On fearless pinions let me rise—On wings of Truth—and strongTo mount above the cruel claimsOf pride and grief and wrong,

Brother!

Have you come to the Red Sea, brother,Are you stricken with fear and dread?

Inventory

Count your garden by its flowers;Count your days by joys, not fears;Welcome all the passing showers—Count the rainbows through your tears.