Poems

IF one looks upon the bright side It is sure to be the right side—

Had I but Wealth

How oft we think—had I but wealth Then would I make the poor rejoice,

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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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What Have we Done To-day

We shall do so much in the years to come, But what have we done to-day?

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Admonition

Waste not the time men call "to-day," Spurn not the things at hand; The future holds no recompense For those who idly stand And wait The chances of a better fate.

Error

A shadow, that is all, A dream or an illusion; A sense of mistiness, Of mistake or confusion; It's just a thought which doth appear to be, When something seems between thy God and thee!

Thoughts on Love

LOVE is the sweetness of a life hid with Christ in God.

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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

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Shared reflections

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 Pregnancy and childbirth

For expectant mothers

The more fully we accept the spiritual nature of birth, the more effortlessly we can demonstrate that nothing has occurred from which one needs to recover.

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Open the door, let in the air,The winds are sweet and the flowers are fair;Joy is abroad in the world to-day.

The Robin's Song

There was a pretty robin with a lovely russet vest,And he sang so quaint and queerly as he sat beside his nest.
I hear it beat in morning stillWhen April skies have lost their gloom,And through the woods there runs a thrillThat wakes arbutus into bloom.

The Passing of Winter

A gentle warmth is in the air that breathesOf rarest days, and even to the snowA kind of tender radiance bequeathsThat seems to speak of life that hides below.

An Easter Song

Arise , my heart, and sing thy Easter song!To the great anthem of returning bird,And sweetening bud, and green, ascending blade,Add thou thy word.
Thou, thine own true self, in God hath place;Forever thus through His dear grace.