Poems

"THE DARKNESS IS PAST."

O icy wind, from snow-clad mountains blowing,From summits where the winter still holds sway,In the chill freedom of your ebb and flowingIs felt no promise of the coming May.

TRUE PEACE

One day when all went wrong, I humbly cried:Why do I feel this nameless blame, dear Lord,—Must I still conquer hate, or fear, or pride?

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A spiritual approach to healthcare

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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 BLESSINGS OF TODAY

The fields of corn are peaceful 'neath the burning August sun;The languid rivers placid as their gentle course they run;The loitering bees, the swallows drifting through the drowsy air,Give not a hint of browning leaves nor winter's crystal glare!

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THE MASTER'S WORK

My Master's work would not be done Should my hand slack, or fail my feet Love's calls to heed, His errands run; On should I halt with message sweet To hungering hearts and souls downcast, Their wounds to stanch, their ills to mend, Nor drop Love's blessings sure and fast And be to them who need a friend.

"ADAM, WHERE ART THOU?"

The word of Spirit, wafted on the windOf Eden's evening bowers and sunset trees—The eternal tone of Truth, that is behindThe dark discord of earth's inharmonies—Trembling they heard it—and we hear it now,Probing the darkness—"Adam, where art thou?

THE NEW BIRTHDAY

Cometh a day to the children of men—Day of deliverance from longing and pain.

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Anthology of classic articles II

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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From Freedom from addiction

LOST AND FOUND

I saw that in order to find my life, I had to first lose it—that is, lose all sense of life as material.

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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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"LORD, I BELIEVE."

"Lord , I believe; help thou mine unbelief"In every enemy, sin, fear, and grief;That monster shadow, death—he fights as chief!"Lord, I believe; help thou mine unbelief!"

"HE LEADETH ME"

He leadeth me—I love the words—He does not chide nor drive;And where He leads, this shepherd good,To follow will I strive.

WITHIN THY HOUSE

Within thy house, O blessed pilgrim stranger,Watch well lest error creep in unaware!Hold dear its sanctity,Inviolate let it beFrom rude intrusion and earth's stagnant air!

SING ME THY SONG

Sing me a song, bright morning stars,Of holiest harmony.

A SONG OF PROMISE

In the silent caverns 'neath hill and rock,In the sunbeam streaked with gold,Christ speaks to the hearts of his chosen flock,And the story ne're grows old.

"PRAISE YE THE LORD"

Praise ye our heavenly King!Let every nation singPraise to His name.