Poem June 6, 2025

When I prayed . . .

Fredrick Ferguson

I was released from pain.
Science and Health was my physician,
Truth and light my gain.
Challenging as it was, I held my concentration
as I welcomed the heavenly strain.
There was comfort as my thought experienced spiritualization.
The false belief had never reigned,
and I saw there is no error that God ever ordained.

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