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Inspirational verse submitted by readers.

Doing Thy will

I do Thy will, O God, when finally all doubts and fears are laid aside, and humble love with deep simplicity forgets the path that human will has tried. Accepting Thee, true omnipresent Being, I know my higher life, the Way, where heaven and earth are tenderly agreeing and angels teach me how to watch and pray.

Birth thoughts

Not born at a pace too fast or slow, and ignorant to know action or place But wholly now complete and pure the God-idea reflected sure within His love. Not final result of pressure, pain, not material work created again But unbounded child born to thought known always as what His hand has wrought.

A testimony of healing

In earth-misted hollows of the coming day, prognostic claims are holding sway. Dark images swirl inside my head as I twist and turn in troubled bed.

Benefits

Blessed be the Lord, who daily loadeth us with benefits (Psalms 68:19) Can we take hold with hands or eyes of that which Spirit, God, supplies? Delusion in the senses lies His benefits must be of Mind, refining thought— line on line— until the only is divine. False standards fall.

The prodigal—"self"

"Self"—usurping interloper— Whether ignorantly vainglorious Or inflated with vain knowledge, abased By true humility. "I can do all things through Christ"— The rightful heir of The great I am; hence, "I go unto my Father": The only Ego trip! CAROLYN E.

"Christ the power of God"

Christ is God's power, ever present, present tense, His evidence. MICHAEL WILLIAM HAMILTON.

Inseparability

Alone? No! God and man, At one. Unloved? No! Father and son, Beloved.

Love's cleansing

From an altitude of boundless love, Jesus girded himself and kneeling down began to wash the disciples' feet— to wash away the dust of Adam, of life apart from God. Peter the impetuous: "not my feet only, but also my hands and my head.

The diamond

A diamond in a darkened room Is nothing but a stone. It needs the light to sparkle— It cannot shine alone.

The urban Christ

Brothers, lift your thought of cities Above the glitter and the stress, Above the crowded institutions And the urban wilderness— For through endless streets and buildings Breathe God's thoughts in millionfold, Breathes His Christ, the very presence Out of which our lives unfold. Throughout the plazas pressed with people Under pale, polluted skies, Between the flair and flux of fashion And the politician's cries— Moves our prayer, God's law in action, Moves the power of His Son— Brightness shafting through all error, Christ enlightening every man.