Poems

Joint-Heirs

Humbly searching, this I find:Life and Truth and Love combined,Substance is for all mankind—Man's inheritance!

There is No Death

Eternal Life forever is;Death but a mortal dream.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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God's Day

This day doth omnipresent LoveUnfold all good;The glow of never changing TruthEnlightens thought;Discernment of unending LifeIllumes the tomb.

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Hymn

God is the only power;Hold fast this truth, my soul;Let neither fear, nor doubt, nor painDispute divine control.

Kindness

As a tender little idiom to the mother-tongue,So is kindness to the universal language of Love.

Love

O Love , that paints the colors of the rainbow,O Love, that gives the rose its sweet perfume,O Love, that sends the cooling, fresh'ning raindrops,Which make the parched valley bud and bloom;

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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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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God Spoke to Me!

God spoke to me to-day!It was a flower that told me of His loveAnd made me feel His joy was mine to share.

"God is love"

"God is love.

A Prayer

Dear Father, Thou hast given so much to meOf healing peace, of crooked paths made plain,Of soaring thought, of comfort and of strength,Of plenty in the place of barrenness,Of friendship's pure and brightly-burnished gold,And silvern words of counsel, tender, wise;The beauty of the earth in winter white,And the glad, sweet blossoming days of spring;The comradeship of bird and stream and tree;The deep assurance of omnipotenceThat guards the purity and lovelinessOf all reality in pristine joy,Untouched by sin, impairment, or decay—So much of good hast Thou, in love, bestowed!Teach me to give.

A Prayer and the Reply

Dear Father-Mother God, I come!Oh, teach me how to pray.

Confidence

I know not when my path may leadTo joy serene, where sunbeams stray;I know but this—my every needWill be supplied along the way.

Broken Bonds

Oh , let us, like Paul and Silas,In the prison sing;In the depths of fear and darknessMake the earth walls ring!Let us sing, though pride doth tempt usSaying, Why should weHave so deep and dark a problemAnd such misery?