Poems

Divine Science

Science! the angel with the flaming sword!God's gift, the glory of the risen Lord!Light of the world, in whose light we shall see,Father and perfect Son, blest unity!

Naaman

Would God my lord were with the prophet inSamaria; he would recover himOf his foul leprosy.

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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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Aspiration

Upward , ever upward,To the heights above,Where the sun is shining,Telling God is Love.

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Holy Ground

The voice of Truth was heard of oldBy Moses at the burning bush:Now turn aside from Egypt's goldAnd desert dearth, from human urgeFrom weariness of human urge.

The Patriarchs

They walked with God, those splendid men of old,The patriarchs.

Wilderness

I sought the truth, and, seeking,Found more humble tasks were laid on me.

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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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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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"At evening time it shall be light"

All day the wintry sky was overcast;Thick piles of purple-slaty clouds lay massedAgainst the darkened western ridge of hill,So somber hued, monotonous, and still.

My Prayer

O God , to know Thee as Thou ever art,To realize Thy uncontested power,To feel Thy heavenly presence in my heart—This is my prayer.

"Lovest thou me?"

Simon's impetuous heart, unchastened yet,Oblivious of his intrusted charge,Could bear no more with inactivity,Could wait no longer by the darkening shoreFor the belovèd Master to appear:I go a fishing! Yea, we go with thee!Thomas the doubter, and Nathanael,Two unnamed, and the sons of Zebedee.

Before the Dawn

Comes there a time when thou canst see no clearing,Nor way that seems to lead thee up and on?

Eternal Harmony

Moab rebels, the king of Israel callsUpon his brother kings for aid.

Joy

My heart knows its gladness, as soaring it joyously sings,Glad as a lark in the sunshine outspreading its wings,Singing in light of Thy glory, so jubilant, free,Joy! since I know that my life and my love are in Thee.