Poems

Prayer

Margaret E. S. Brown

O LORD, may I, a worker, still displayThat order which is born of inward peace,Putting the one thing needful always first.

Poem

The Son of God

IVA B. LINEBARGER

In the beginning God made all things good,And all the universe was filled with light,The light of Love, forever infinite!And what was man in this great universe,The man that God is mindful of?

Poem

Who in frail words can tell the unmeasured joyWhich comes to him who, having humbly trodThe narrow way that leads to life in God,Freeing the gold from dross and base alloy,Finds some glad day the gift for all who seek—The Father's everlasting arms of loveTenderly guiding, lifting thought above,Healing the proud, encouraging the meek!Such pilgrim, tempted with a sense of fear,Sickness, or sin, or seeing another so,Knowing God's allness, bids the intruder go,Declaring His the only presence here.

Poem

Our Leader

GRACE NIXON STECHER

Your midnight skies were wet with many a tear,Your sun, your moon, your very stars were gone;This was the hour most potent, though most drear,For even then the rhythms of the dawnWere pulsing through the dark, until there cameAcross your skies of grief a vibrant flame.