Poems

Petition

Lord, teach me how to pray, for IHave just begun to findThe joy of loving Thee, and tryTo utilize Thy law and power;In sweet communion hour by hourI feel the unity of Mind,—Lord, teach me how to pray.

A Well of Water

Some poet long ago has likened lifeUnto a saddened soul forever"Dipping buckets into empty wellsAnd growing old with drawing nothing up.

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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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"What hast thou in the house?"

"What hast thou in the house?

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The Constancy of Christ

Lo, life goes on.

The Fields of Bow

Broad, rock-terraced fields of Bow,Spread with rugs of springlike hue,Held close in heaven's arch of blue,No fairer place dear God doth showTo all earth's wondering pilgrim eyesThat, weeping, search for hidden goodOn breezy crag, in forest's wood;Heaven's own path within you lies.

Usefulness

Can I help my neighbor any,While I'm thinking thoughts of fear?

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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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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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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Words

Words, words, words; multiplicity of words and nothing said: In vain we strive to voice the woes o'er which our hearts have bled,

Christian Science

'Tis the trail of the open vision,The road of our hearts' behest,It stretches away before us,Into an active rest.

Man

O man, thou radiant likeness,Noble, pure, forever perfectImage of God,Serene, though dark'ning clouds o'erspreadAnd thunders shake the universe,—Thy thoughts are free.

Healing

Long had seemed the seekingFor peace and perfect health;The care and pain still lingered,Midst others' joy and wealth.

Our Isaac

HAST thou an Isaac who is held most dear?

True Rest

WEARY , while miles stretch before me,Fagged by the long way I've trod,I hear, ever nearer and sweeter:Be still, and know I am thy God.