Poems

Ruth, the Moabitess

To follow Truth, and leave the seeming allFor paths untried in erstwhile alien mead,And see unlessened plenty from ripe harvest fall,Annul the law, By sweat of brow shall be thy bread.

Service Is Joy

One came complaining that the LordHad not vouchsafed him his rewardFor faithful service, lo, these years,But given for guerdon only tears.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

Listen to gain deeper insight into the four “omnis”—omnipresence, omnipotence, omniscience, and omniaction.

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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The Measure of a Man

Oh, what's the measure of a man?

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Threefold

God's gift is Life: Himself! We should go straying,Hands full, hearts full, like happy children Maying;Glad of clear skies, or roses drenched with rain:His children, zestful of such radiant giving;His children, never knowing death or pain,—Caught close to Life—close, closer—in the living.

Truth's Voice

It seemed to me, in childhood's days,I heard a gentle voiceWhich helped to lighten all my waysAnd make my heart rejoice.

Love Unchanging

Hush, little one.

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Anthology of classic articles

Listen to this inspiring collection of articles.

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Shared reflections

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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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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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Thoughts for Each Hour

Wings in the sky at morning's shining gate,—the wings of wrath, the maniac wings of hate.

The Open Door

Behold, I have set before thee an open door, and no man can shut it.

A Song of Joy

There sings in my heart from day to dayA joyous thought which clings alway,And lifts me above earth's cares and fears,Till I seek no more the place of tearsBut find my hope to courage grown,Remembering Love's sure care for His own.

The Hills

I looked upon the steadfast hills,And prayed that I might growAs grand as they; their strength—it fillsMy heart with rev'rence so!

Shadows

WHEN shadows fall, soft doth the evening foldHer veil of purple o'er the weary west,Homeward a swallow flies to guard its nestTill night is melted in the morning's gold.

Darkness Dispelled

'Tis said that God is good; yet men believeHe who is Love divineDoth send them sorrow, pain, all things that grieve;This gloomy creed's not mine.