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If on this misty earth I once had walked Without support of Science ever near, If to my consciousness no Truth had talked Or made me see reality so clear; If I had not been freed from matter's claim By divine Science, our blest golden key, Existence would be but a dream and vain, With nothing of the truth's reality. Oh, glorious good and love thou hast revealed Whenever I stood firmly in thy light; And every claim of pain or sin was healed, Revealing omnipresent Love as might.
The Wisemen listened, went another way, And saved the child from Herod's covert hate. Wise Joseph listened, fled to Egypt's sands, Returned not till he heard the voice again.
Unto the world, the world they knew, Jesus the Christ was born. Shepherds were glad, the Wisemen too, To see the promised morn.
Truth newly found Is like a rare and precious jewel Which, cradled in the hand, Gives off soft rays of light. Then, when for deeper knowing It is clasped against the breast, The thoughts of its clear glowing Reflect Truth's loveliness.
Beloved , whether we are near or far Apart; though much around us seems so wrong, We still can lift our gaze and see the star, And tune our hearing to the angels' song. And, following the star, we too can find The Christ, and each enshrine it in the heart, And find its presence solace for the mind— A presence from which we need never part, Relying on the promise to be near.
Are we really grateful for the good we have received? And has it made us more unselfed to see our brother's need? How often every day do we sincerely pray, "Not my will, Lord, but Thine be done," and mean just what we pray? Have we truly availed ourselves of blessings already given us, Gone not one mile but two with those who seem to want to hurt us? Herein is Love's own law that fits us to have more, But disobeyed it shuts us off from Love's wide-upon door.
Sunlit the hour, time ago, When a figure came walking, Backed by the light, In a robe of white. Joyous the shout of, "Welcome! Come in, come in!" when they saw him.
The Bible promise stands: Those who believe In God and do His will in all their ways— Even in their asking—shall receive Abundantly of good. Should we not praise The source of all true blessing for His grace In sending us His Son to show us how We may behold our Maker face to face By seeing man as God's own likeness now? What does it mean to trust in God alone? If we believe in Him, can we know fear? If we dread evil, then we must atone In suffering—for doubt that God is here.
Thought molded By Pharisee, Walking apart, Cold of heart— Unaware of the hurt, Of the smart; Here where the dead Bury their dead There is no place Where the Son of man Can lay his head. Those afraid Of the jeering throng, Of the mocker's song, Dare not wing For the fetterless flight Up to the height Of the Love that knows No foes.
To mortal sense came evening. Then from far Above the deepest shadow Appeared a star, A searchlight in the grayness, A beacon ray So strong that suddenly I knelt to pray.