Poems

The Lord Is My Shepherd

Spirit is substance: God gives true supply;I shall not want.

To a Little Maid

She waited on the wife of Naaman;Maybe she fetched and carried all the day,Finding but little time for gladsome playBetween the many errands that she ran.

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Anthology of classic articles III

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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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True Compassion

WRAP around thy brother the mantle of compassion; See him pure and holy as thou thyself wouldst be; By the Golden Rule of love the Master taught us, fashion All thy thought and speech and acts until thou set him free.

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Liberation

GRAY was the day, and wearisome the task, A dull monotony, an endless round.

Gratitude

FATHER , I praise and thank Thee, For all Thy tender care; I know Thy love enfolds me, For Thou art everywhere.

Children of God

Children of God and heirs of His dominion!Doubt not nor fear, nor ever be dismayed;God loves His own; He guides the trembling footstepsOf every child who from His care has strayed.

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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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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 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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Fruitage

Father, I thank Thee for a fruitful day,A day that offered opportunityTo help a struggling brother to be free,A day wherein the Christ has been revealed,And someone sent along the wayRejoicing, healed!

Patience

Are we treading, meek and patient,In the way our Master trod?

My Path

My fingers, busy with their tasks,Pursue a homely roundOf never-ending, weary work;My lagging feet seem bound.

Love's Call

WHOM shall I send, and who will go for us?

Love's Lesson

DID someone wrong me yesterday?

Progression

I cannot see my way ahead,But on and toward the light I grope;While cheered, and ever gently led—I hope.