Poems

Noël

The night of error's darkness wanes,The morn of Truth is breaking,And now a worn and weary worldTo Love's white light is waking.

Throughout Eternity

Dear Father-Mother God, within Thine armsOutstretch'd in loving care to me, Thy son,What joy is mine to know that we are one,All one in Love—inseparably oneThroughout eternity.

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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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The Syrian Shepherd

On silent Syrian hills the shepherd watched,Communing in the fragrant star-filled darkWith all-pervading peace, which settled downO'er folded flocks of sheep and little lambs,All trustful in appealing helplessness;Content to feel the shepherd's hov'ring care;Content to rest where'er his presence bides.

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There Is No Night

We close our eyes to Truth,And turn away, forsooth,Lest we may seeTruth's pure, enduring lightDispel earth's dreamy night,And rest in Thee.

God's Messenger

Watching beside a bed of painThrough weary hours of night,The words of truth seemed all in vain,And hopeless, drear, the fight.

Endeavor

Help me, O Love, to find my full salvation;Lead me, O Truth, to walk in purity;Teach me to know Thine is each demonstration,And every perfect thought a glimpse of Thee.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

Listen to this Sentinel Watch series on a spiritual approach to healthcare.

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 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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Dreams and Visions

How poor the dreams of mortal senseCompared to visions from on high,Which God's unfailing love presentsTo gladden faith's uplifted eye!

Assurance

God is Love.

Faithful Over Few Things

Is the common daily dutyOfttimes dull, and irksome, too?

The True Life

The only joy that we can feel,Is that of loving, knowing good;The only heaven we can find,Is God, our Father, understood.

A Song of Thanks

For life, for love, for days of peace,We thank Thee, Father, here.

Stars

And He that giveth to the stars their placeWill surely give it unto us to traceHis will within our lives.