Poems

God Revealed

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God.

Christmas

The floodgates of the Truth are open thrown,And one blessed beam, superb, divinely bright,Streams on the startled night!No moan, no cradle cry beclouds the birthOf this Redeemer, at whose gentle voiceThe deserts and the wilderness rejoice,And angels whisper, Peace, good will to earth.

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Mary Baker Eddy: Her enduring discovery

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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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Here in the silence of this quiet room,All undisturbed, with Love I find my wayThrough paths of danger and through nights of gloom,Far out into God's sun-filled, perfect day.

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"My thoughts"

My thoughts are not as Thine; but I would fainSo cleanse my mortal sense with sense divine,So strive to wash away the worldly stainOf earth's contagion, that this heart of mineMay seem a temple meet, a fane, a shrine,A cloister pure for Thine all-cleansing SpiritThere to abide; so may Thy flame refineMy fitful thoughts until at length they meritA sinless heritage, such as Thy saints inherit.

Victory

I Thank Thee, God, for Thy correcting voice,Which guides me tenderly throughout each day;For, chastened by Thy love, I can rejoiceIn sacrificing self to gain Thy way.

Victory

I Give to God this will of mine;And in exchange His will divineDecrees, as to His only Son,Reward for well-fought battles won.

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Anthology of classic articles

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A spiritual approach to mental health

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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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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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Peace Is Mine

Before Truth came, my heart knew naught but sadness;Until I learned of Love, my world was drear.

The Responsive Heart

O Heart of mine, that I have deemed of yoreInconstant arbiter of flesh and bone,What dark deceit, what code of barbarous loreHave thus conspired to rob me of my own?

"Arise! Shine!"

Rejoice! The light of Truth is come!Awake, O voice that long was dumb!Thy heart's dried channels shall be filled,And earth's dark terrors all be stilled.

The Cross

I Call that bravery—Despite its weakness—That spends the ultimate of strengthAnd scales the pinnacle of meekness,Enduring slavery,And conq'ring it at length!

Christ's Ever Presence

I am the Way! E'en though thy pathWith countless dangers seem beset,Lo, in the midst of all I standUnmoved, all-knowing, with a handOutstretched to thee.

Truth's Final Peace Offer

AT night, on Mount of Olives, Jesus keptA faithful vigil while earth's nations slept.