Poems

They Have Been with Jesus

Yes, they are changed—How kindly do they speak;The crippled beggar stands erectSince they have passed,And surely, yonder blind manIs gazing toward the mountain—seeing!

Omnipresence

Lo! I am here and nigh,Saith the Lord God!Not seen with human eye,But in the daily, hourly roundOf common tasks is My way found.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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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Humility

Dear Father-Mother God,I come to Thee;I lay my all upon the altar.

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Behold, I Stand at the Door

Dear Christ, I heard thee knocking,As with sorrow and pain I strove;I knew that thou wert waiting,With outstretched hand of love.

Turn Thou to God

Does grief surround,And press its aching weight upon thy breast?

Let Me Awake

When night has spent its seeming spellAnd songbirds rise their joy to tell,When crimson dawn the chill mist breaks;My thought awakes!

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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Anthology of classic articles II

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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 Church

The demand for church

I like to think of each church that grows up in a community as that community's answered prayer for the presence of the saving Christ—the message of God's love for humanity.

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The Fields Are White

The fields are white to harvest, Jesus said,But those who labor in them, few indeed.

The Seeing Eye

Though dark may seem the way and long,Though doubt and fear oppress, the sighOf woe might find a way to song,Could we but have a seeing eye

Love Never Faileth

There is no burdenLove cannot bear,There is no sorrowLove will not share;There is no darkness,No doubt or despair,No height nor depth,But Love is there.

Awakening

There dawns upon my vision bright,The city which lies foursquare,Where gloom and cloud mar not the light,And there is no night there.

No Night There

Thou need'st not fear the shadows of the night,For soon, to prove their nothingness, the dawnThat comes to banish silent gloom with lightFinds night unreal—its seeming selfhood gone.

The Cup

And canst thou drink the cup?