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Just when the challenge seems too heavy to continue, right then the light brightens and I suddenly see Life is eternal. And all that's really happening is proof absolute of Love's "I am always here, inseparably irrevocably linked with man—with you, My perfect, beloved child.
As this, or other newer praises, resounds from the most sincere corner of my heart, I can find—behind elation— a tender, ever-present relation: God and man at one. Such hosannas, never done, show me Love's creation through Spirit-celebration.
Free to soar, you're dear to Him who holds the winds, controls the tides, calms the seas when they roar. To you He has given the sense divine that you be fully fitted, safely fledged in Christ, flight-fixed for heaven.
Did anybody notice the light in his eye the love on his face when they stoned him— this gallant man Stephen? Or did they just see the mud on his robe, the blood on his brow? Did somebody notice that in his agony he spoke not of pain nor of treachery but of forgiveness? "Lord," he cried, "lay not this sin to their charge. " That selfless, Christly spirit never died and never will.
God is man's source. In no mortal "I am" does man inhere, But in timeless, tireless Being man is conceived — God's immortal heir! No Adam-dream originates man: His source is conscious Life; perfection the Father's command.
In the evening of His peace and rest I weed the pasture clear of stubborn unreality. Truth, the implement, digs down deep to turn up stalk and root — seen and unseen tare.
Stand erect in goodness Your thought filled with Spirit's light See all who enter as the child of God Perfect—complete—upright. HOWARD ALLEN ROSS.
Waking world, you're awaiting this faith-filled prayer. Not a world "out there," your place is right where consciousness is dwelling.
Enough said. Enough read.
Let me raise up high no burnt sacrifice to God, but in joyful tribute ever exalt my waking thought— until it touches, yieldingly, the garment hem of Love. VERA H.