Poems

Supply

How precious are Thy thoughts, O God;How great the sum of them to me!If I should count them, one by one,They are too vast to numbered be.

"Be still"

"Be still, and know" that nothing can disturb thee,Wait patiently upon thy Father's will;

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Changing your world

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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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Trials will be forgottenAs frost is forgotten,When the sun has changed itInto silver dew.

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Love Never Fails

DID Jesus ask the palsied man if he were fit for prayer, When at the pool of Bethesda he saw him lying there?

The Messenger

The golden afternoon was drawing to a close, And the still peace of evening filled the sky; The drowsy air was hushed around the well Whereon the traveler rested, And the quiet benediction of the evening Deepened into glory with his presence.

Man's Changeless Harmony

Man's harmony is fixed.

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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 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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"Immortal fruits"*

Oh, deep shall I plant for the issue And pure be the seeds that I sow, That only the fruits of the Spirit My plentiful harvest shall know.

Love is Calling Me

I HAVE walked amid the pleasures Which the senses claim to give; I have tried to serve ambition, With its phantoms tried to live; I have tasted fleshly morsels, And I know their bitter tang— While above me, and within me, Love was always calling, calling me; From the sense-dream, from the shadows Love was calling, calling me.

Onward

Love led me home; by surging waves I passed; Nor turned I back until I came at last To open spaces where bright flowers grew, And verdure sparkled in the morning dew; My eyes were holden by the dawning day! I cannot dream again since I have found the way!

Our Leader

She followed where the Master led With vision clear, and faith serene; She foiled the poisoned darts of hate, And rose to heights where God is seen.

Renewal

Hast thou been sunk in sleep, Beset by dreams of weakness and of pain?

Perception

I see Thee only when I look above, Far from earth's vanities and fancied rest; I see Thee best when, bathed in living love, My grateful heart responds to Thy behest.