Poems

A Dream

The night with dreams was filled, with terrors dread,And real unto my slumbering sense did seem:Oh, what a world that did with specters teem,As in the chamber of the living dead!I sought to flee, but could not turn my head,Fast bound within the fetters of the dream,When, lo! amid the darkness there did gleamA ray of light: behold, the dream had fled!

Thine is the Kingdom

Thine is the kingdom; so where'er we lookAll things bespeak a Father's loving care;Decay and discord, sin, disease, and death—No dark dream shadows find a refuge there.

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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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To Solitude

"The world is too much with us; late and soon.

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What is more wonderful than answered prayer?
Thy habitation, O most High,Invisible to mortal eye,To sense so far and yet so near,The secret place,—Thy presence here.

Tonight

No herald bells proclaim this nightA welcome to the King,Yet through the darkness of despairThe angels softly sing.

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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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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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MAN'S DIVINE HERITAGE

Man's divine heritage as the son of God is not a promise, but is the present fact; it is one's true state of being.

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Truth's Vestal Dawn

The very hills 'round Bethlehem teemed with song.

Gratitude

I THANK thee, Father! O that I might knowThe meaning of those gracious words, that flowFrom humble hearts up to the eternal fountOf Love; and thence, returning, do anointThe brows of pain with peace, and to the gloomOf earth-bound prisons bring light's balm and bloom!

A Reading from Nature

Drifting in from the moaning sea,Over the beach and the tide-pooled lea,The gray fog shuts down drearilyOn all my world;Till the outer bar is a distant sound,And the children's tent but a misty mound,And the trees dim sentries set around,Their standards furled.

Sympathy

We watch beside some weary sufferer's bed,And bitter, blinding tears of pity shed.

Waiting

There sat alone at eventide,Outside a great church door,A ragged outcast of the street,Sin-stained and sick and poor.

Love's Presence

Seems dark and lone the way?