Poems

At Morn

I was awareOf faint, brief rustlingsAnd things astir,As aspen leaves set quiv'ring by the breezeAnd low, sweet murmurings among the trees.

Opportunity

How often do we idly wait for something big and grand!The opportunity we want seems ne'er the one at hand.

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Anthology of classic articles III

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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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God Made Man Free

God made man free.

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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.

Love

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

Seeking and Finding

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

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A spiritual perspective on politics

We've gathered a variety of guests for this series, each with wonderful spiritual insights and proof that these spiritual ideas are effective—even for something that looms large, like politics.

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Anthology of classic articles

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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From Living the Lord's Prayer

'OUR FATHER ...'

The Lord's Prayer sparks the recognition that divine Love is always with us.

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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.

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.