Poems

Be of Good Comfort

Be of good comfort, wayfarer,Christ calleth thee out of the dark,Out of the throng that would press thee—He calleth thee, weary one, hark!

Truth's Messenger

Dear Teacher, Leader, guide,Thy vision unsurpassedWas born of God.

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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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Sanctuary

Swift to this lovely place the sweet bird wings—Ah, well he knows that he may come—Here in this quiet gladeFind his full sustenance, and weave his home,Trusting and undismayed.

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Joy

Because God's love doth light my ways,I shall go smiling all my days.

Benediction

May the love of God, our Father,Enter into all our labors,Guide our motives, bless our actions,Penetrate our inmost thinkingWith its purity and sweetness;May its comfort and compassionBe with us all.

The Well

Truth is the rock whose shadow fallsAthwart the scorched and burning sand;No other rest, no other shade,In all that weary land.

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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 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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All that We Need

Not what we want, dear Lord, but what we needTo raise our thoughts above earth's mists and storms;All that we need to fortify our home,To make a shelter, whence Thy sheep to feed,For this we pray.

The Pure in Heart

The seeing eye and hearing earBelong to those who learn to loveThe joys of sweet simplicity,Whose perfect peace is from above.

Bartimaeus

Long had he sat there, a beggar,Lonely, dejected, and blind.

The Deliverer

From the ceaseless babelOf the voices of the sons of men,O Lord, deliver us!

An Open Door

Before us Thou an open door hast set,Disclosing sacred vastnesses of Love;Revealing the infinitude of Mind,Where aspirations lead beyond, aboveIllusions of the senses, dumb and blind.

Prophecy

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