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Our Debt of Thought

They matter not—the thoughts of us, from others. What matters is our thought of them, our brothers.

Man Can Never Fall

Made in God's image, man can never fall From the dominion of his high estate. No happening, however great or small.

The Healing Came

My healing came with tender touch, And suddenly I found that such A sense of health had come to me All fear had gone and I was free. Oh, thank You, God! I should have known The battle was not mine alone.

If Steadfast We Remain

Have you some old unconquered fear which tries to rob you of your rightful joy? This need not be. What of man's dominion? God made man free.

God Leading me

Father, guide my pen and let me write Of Thy glory and Thy might; Let my thoughts quite selfless be, That they who read may truly see Themselves complete, and whole, and free. Let me love, and hearts so fill With Thy goodness and Thy will That the world may better be All because I live in Thee.

Substance

Substance is nought That we can cup Within our hands, Or lock up In a vault, Or buy, or sell. Substance is Life, And Truth, and Love, Our Leader taught, And our dear Master came On earth to tell.

God Is Love

Lost Hagar knew, when loomed the well With water bubbling in, And Moses, too, when manna fell In wilderness of Sin; The widow guessed as oil and meal Began to freely pour; The palsied one whose hand did feel A growing strength once more. They each one knew that blessed sign Was sent from Him above Gently to show with grace divine That God, our God, is Love.

"The Lord looketh on the heart"

Vain human pride of intellect Builds only on the sand. To calculate God's mighty works I need to understand And truly feel the love I talk; Then will religion be Within my heart and not my head, And Christ will come to me.

Holy Ground

How shall my heart continue to rejoice Upon this battlefield of hate and fear? The noise of conflict drowns the still small voice That hitherto has whispered, "God is here. " Lift up your eyes, dear child, and you will see The angels of His presence all around; Then as the smoke of battle clears away You'll find that where you stand is holy ground.

The New Jerusalem Is Come

The New Jerusalem is come, That city built foursquare, Where perfect man in Science dwells Within his Father's care. The New Jerusalem is come, And all may enter in Who wash their robes in righteousness And purge their hearts of sin.