Poems

Father, I Thank Thee

I Thank Thee, Father, that I know the constancyOf Love divine,That Life and Truth and Love unchanging are,And all are mine.

"Ye shall know the truth"

O certainty most sweet, most calm and pure,Which in his bosom glows,Who, from all mortal joy and pain secure,Nor hopes nor fears,—but knows.

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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

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 Love to You

The song of the lark,The stars in the darkThat shine through the midnight blue;The mountain whose peakInvites you to seekA clearer, more far-reaching view;Each flower that blows,The heartsease, the rose,—What are these but God's love to you?

Gratitude

I thank Thee, Father, for Thy truthThat teaches us of heaven within;That makes us pure and brave and strong,And frees us from the grasp of sin.

Love's Reflection

What is love?

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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.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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

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 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 Lesson of the Sunset

In the golden hour of sunset,When the birds begin to nest,Comes a sweet sense of His presenceAnd a calm and peaceful rest.

"Now is the day"

Remember not the yesterdays,Their trials or their tears;Remember not their bitterness,Nor any of their fears.

The Upward Path

Let me not be a channel, Love divine,For any secret hate or open strife:The thought that leads to Thee, though sore beset,Must hold one in the sense of perfect life.

Protection

Wondrous the might of God! Held in the graspOf omnipresent Mind the worlds remain.

Prayer

'Tis not self-justifying, eloquent refrain,Nor skeptic asking, nor the empty mightOf repetition, long and loud and vain;It is the constant striving to do right.

Sunlight

Fast racing clouds enveil a wintry sky;Through trees down-bent the storm winds moanand sigh,