Poems

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Faith

JEAN E. CARTH

I HOLD my thoughts of Thee on upward wing,Although I seem to beat the air in vain;For, knowing I have pinions, I can sing,And wait on Thee to strengthen them again.
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Unparted

JOHN WHITE

For many wondering searching yearsHope said that we should part no more,Somewhere beyond this place of tears,Upon a farther, happier shore.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Conquering hate, enthroning peace

Love's triumph over hate

How can we love when others hate? Prayerful turning to God, divine Love, with the earnest desire to express His qualities under all circumstances will give us strength and ability to do right.

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The Lesson-Sermon

JEAN M. HUTSON

Before all eyes the feast of good is spread,All by Love's hand are hither gently led;All of God's children at one table fed—See answered here the prayer for daily bread.

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City Foursquare

MARY C. CAMPBELL

Upon the mount transfigured in pure light,Above all sense of age, or pain, or sin,Is Spirit's city fair, wherein uniteThose followers true, whose hearts are pure within,Who live in Christ.
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Eternity

ABIGAIL DOROTHEA BAKER

The perfect circle of God's Soul-filled years!<em class="footnote d-none" title="*">&lt;em class="footnote d-none" title="*"&gt;Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 599.
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"Lack ye any thing?"

Edmund R. Cummins

Ah , why do we so easily forgetThe cruse of oil, the modicum of mealThat wasted not?

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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"Pray without ceasing"

RAY G. BROWN

I would have said my morning prayer,But scarce had I begun—To save a sister from a fallIn haste I had to run.
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The Way to Heaven

MARIE TAGGART KEITH

There is a road that men may treadWhere one has walked who knew the way,The one who taught us how to pray:Give us this day our daily bread.
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"Teach us to pray"

CHARLES C. SANDELIN

"Teach us to pray," they bade the Lord; and thenHe gave the prayer that meets all needs of men,The prayer of faith, which lifts the heart above,From mortal sense to holy realms of Love.
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Understanding

F. Mildred Rickman

Give me, O Lord, an understanding heart!Not always have I gladly raised this prayer:For I have longed for trifles light as air,For things of earth, of music, or of art,And oftentimes have sought the gift of song,Or eloquence in speech; in ancient loreWould knowledge have, or far-off lands explore,And cities where the mighty numbers throng.
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Love's Touch

Marian J. cobb

I like to think that at GethsemaneWhen Jesus healed the high priest's servant's ear,Severed by the impetuous Peter's swordWielded through a mistaken zeal and fear,In that same hour the high priest's servant gainedA vision of the Christ, whose healing powerBanished forever all his hatred, whenLove's hand reached out and touched him in that hour;I like to think that from that moment heBecame a follower of the Christ, and learnedIn sweet humility to live the truthWhich erstwhile he in ignorance had spurned.
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Christmas Morn

MAUDE DE VERSE NEWTON

As in a manger long ago,In Bethlehem the blest,The infant Saviour of the worldFound humble, homely rest;So to the bosom sad and lornThere comes the pledge of Christmas morn.