Questions & Answers
When Jesus did his mighty works On the shores of Galilee, The touch of Truth was all it took— With lifted hand and loving look— To make men whole and free. The blind men saw, the deaf ones heard; Up rose the halt and lame.
Does Mind cease being Mind for these few years? Can joy and gladness terminate in tears? Or youthful trust be goaded to rebel? If any son or daughter seems to be Repudiating Love's immediacy, Let Truth's resplendent shining break the spell. Oh, let me answer through the darkest night, With certain faith, as did the Shunammite, "Yes, it is well, dear Father, it is well.
What is man? and who am I? Knee tall to cricket? High as sky? Blessed to live or doomed to die? What is man? and who am I? I stand star-struck on earth and look At all that space includes; I realize (though not with eyes) I stand where naught intrudes; For inner space is broader far Than hearing, seeing, feeling are. (The greatest space is solitude.
Heavy to bear, this burden of my own making. What other is there? Where were You, Father, when heaven forsaking— Earth-scene looked fair— I wandered witless in delusive light Believing it my own? Until I had to turn and face my night, Such hurt before unknown.
A voice is crying in the wilderness. Hark! Hark! How faintly heard it is by some; By others not at all! Divine duress Is lost in trade and market place and home.
She poured the precious ointment on his feet, Adoring, wiped them with her hair. Fragrance of spikenard filled the house And graced that feast at Bethany.
Truth alone can free us from a peace which is not peace. Champions must be vital soldiers for the things that are and not be snared by dull complacency; they know indeed the fiercest war of all is now at hand.
Oh , do I love with all my heart And let my love speak plain? Or do I sometimes turn aside, From those I may disdain? If I would follow where Love leads, I may not choose to shun Another who displeases me. Love blesses everyone.
This is God's perfect day. It was not born As first bright, probing fingers of the morn Broke through.
One who saw it told it well, Let its beacon shine, Dared to spread the vital Word, Preaching "not my will, but thine. " Had he not proved what he taught, Walked with only learned men, Passing by the maimed, the blind, Cleansing not the lepers ten, Sent away the faint of heart, Then this present world would not Know the Comforter is here, "Former things of old" forgot.