Poems

"He is risen"

Mourner, look! He standeth near thee— Life itself can never die;In that dark and gloomy cavern,But his folded garments lie.

Desire

Oh , let me never stray awayFrom the sweet atmosphere of prayer,Where those who seek God's love to knowAre sheltered by His care!

Audio Collection

These books healed me

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on how the Bible and Science and Health with Key to the Scriptures by Mary Baker Eddy heal.

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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A Psalm of Faith

What though the shadows dim the pathAnd shut the sunshine out?

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My Home

I fashioned once a little house,And hedged it round with flowers;Then sat me down in great contentTo spend the happy hours.

Guardian in Israel

Guardian in Israel,Toiling each day,Teaching, explaining,Pointing the way,

Light

Thy all-pervading presence here—Father of light, I cannot fear.

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Changing your world

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series—and discover how your prayers can make a difference in the world.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles or download the audio.

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 Overcoming grief

What death does not do

We go on gaining moment by moment in the understanding that God is the only real Life.

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Turning to God

World-worn and weary,Stained with the dust of travel,The true way dimly seen,As yet untried, unlearned,We cry to GodAmidst our desolation:Turn us, O Father,And we shall be turned.

Humility

Dear Lord, I cried, if Thou art God,Reveal Thyself to me;In wondrous sign or mighty deed,I would Thy glory see.

Reward

The peace of God would come to every consciousnessIf, humbly trusting, we would only say:I thank Thee, Lord, that Thou hast seen my prayerfulness,And given Thy bounty all along the way.

Obedience

Obedience gives the power to knowThat God is Love; daily to showThat loving guidance leads us on,And gives us grace for victory won;To lead a brother from the nightOf error's thrall to Horeb height.

The Woman

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God's Allness

God is all-knowing Mind;All Science His,All wisdom His—Just and kind.