Poems

God Made Man Free

God made man free.

I am Content

To prove His perfect gifts!It is enough to-dayTo journey one good honest leagueUpon a worthy way;To see and heed the signal He has sent,I am content, I am content.

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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.

From Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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Love

Be loving to others, though they be ungrateful,God's faithful reflection can never be hateful.

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Seeking and Finding

Teach me, O God, Thy way,Let self be set aside,Enable meThy Son to see,My heart to open wide.

Our Greatest Need

O God, how may I speak of Thee?

The Secret Place

The secret place of the Father's careIs all about us—everywhere;We only need to enter in,And shut the door on fear and sin,To find the allness of God's love;Then we are safe in heaven, above.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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A spiritual approach to mental health

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on mental health—and find hope, even healing.

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 Faculties indestructible

MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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Transition

God, in His goodness, gave me grace Through winding roads to wander,

The Upward Path

"Father, " I said, "the night is very dark;Strange sounds do throng my pathway; no stars shine;I stumble as I climb, and miss the mark.

Immanuel

Father! I pray,In this Thine hour,To know enough of TheeAnd Thy all-powerTo bring to lightThe healing proofOf Thy great loveAnd Thy eternal truth.

God Changeth Not

Life changeth not.

Weaving

Some little measure of the web of lifeIs ours to weave with colors passing fair;We take the threads into our willing handsAnd scan the pattern clear before us there.

The Dawn of Truth

The way seemed dark; I could not seeThe light that on my pathway shone,For fear and doubt encompassed me:To mortal sense I walked alone.