Poems

Love's with Thee

In error's night, o'ercast with fear,When tossed on earth's tempestuous sea,When seemed no hope of succor near—A voice said gently, Love's with thee!

The Invitation

Art thou weary of the struggle?

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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 Free from Contagion

Bringing our prayers to the threat of contagion

Prayer can lift us out of the swirl of fear, and it can be a calming, healing influence in our communities as well.

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Dawn

Oh , joy is mine! the day at last is breaking,The night far spent proclaims the dawn is near;The clouds of mortal sense their leave are taking,And perfect Love is casting out all fear.

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"Thy will be done"

"Thy will be done.

Resurrection

"Who shall roll us away the stone?

The Comforter

Cease thy repining, O my heart!"Be still, for I am here,"—The voice of Christ yet echoingRebukes the selfish tear.

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Get to know God: The “omnis”

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

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

From Place

"The secret place of the most High"

We learn in Christian Science that God is infinite Truth, Life, and Love and that He imparts to His creation only that which is completely beneficial.

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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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Dawn

'Mid mists and shadows, sinister and gray,Encompassed sore, and often led astrayBy phantom fears that hide the narrow way,We wait the dawn.
O ye who are stones in the temple of God,Who much of the way have so faithfully trod,What dost thou think when there enters its gatesOne called a sinner, whom every one hates,—To purity stranger, to thanksgiving dumb,—Dost thou hold out thy hand, though so late he doth come?

Love's Guidance

Supernal guide, into Thy wayThe seeking heart is ever led,Nourished by Truth's immortal bread,As Israel's band of old were fedFrom day to trusting day.

Dawn

When day breaks,And shadows flee—From earthly ease,Or deep despondency,The sleeper wakes.

God Is Love

Our God is Love.

To the Children

Dear little spring buds, blossomingEach into a beautiful flower,Nurtured and tenderly cared for,Upheld by Truth's wondrous power,