Poems

One of the gifts the Wisemen brought to the little Lord Jesuswas gold;Poured they out at his baby feet a treasure of wealth untold;Naught recked he of the wealth they bore—nor yet doth he care to-dayFor golden store, save grateful hearts their gifts on his alter lay.

Greater Love

When the silver bells are pealing,Softly o'er my spirit stealing,Breaks a cadence sweet, compelling,Every dream of earth dispelling:'Tis the Christ-love born anew!

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Shared reflections

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From Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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A Prayer

This is my prayer, dear God, each day,That I may love and help all those who camemy way,And teach them that the pathway up to TheeIs one of glorious freedom—liberty.

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God’s child goes on his journey with a song;      He blends with hope and faith his pure desires,And knows he cannot hold a purpose wrong,     Since Love, the All-in-all, his thought inspires.

Awakening

I loved to tread familiar ways,To turn my willing footsteps whereI lived again remembered days,And dreamt the dreams of yesteryear.

"Father, I thank thee"

I thank Thee for this dayOf quiet rest and prayer.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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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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Peniel

Art thou, like Jacob, wrestling through the nightWith a mysterious foe?

Gratitude

Now would we thank Thee, Father, for this day,Wherein to overcome, to watch and pray;Untiring in our efforts to effaceEarth's concepts false, vain theories displace,With endless patience weighing every thought,Except of Thee, rejecting each as naughtUntil, with mortal self so sacrificed,We gain a clearer vision of the Christ.

Desire

Father , 'tis not for wealth I pray—Wealth that is gold;My needs are met afresh each day.

Little Things

Father , it is a little thing to thank TheeFor each good gift that cometh from above,Yet, do we not at times receive, unmindful,The wondrous blessings of Thy perfect love?

The Comforter

Truth is my fortress and my strength,My comfort and my rod;In times of seeming doubt and fear,My refuge and my God.

Love More!

Love more!The gentle words came clearly to my earFrom one who long had worked, and earnestly,To free me from the thrall of error's chains:The letter you have gained abundantly,The one thing that is needed is to love.