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God's law of harmony reveals all good As potency of Truth is understood. In earth's vicissitudes comes Love to bless; We find a table in the wilderness!
Two men went to the temple to pray. The story we have read a hundred times, And even while its lesson we imbibed, We still thanked God that we ourselves Had nothing of the Pharisee in thought, Yet were not sure we wished to be Just like the humble publican; Too lowly seemed his calling.
When gratitude with its transforming grace Is given entrance into thought, no night So dark, no gloom so dense, but that Its radiance can say, "Let there be light. " Its presence soon dispels discouragement; Sweet peace it brings where discord seemed to reign, And swings ajar the door to harmony As with it strength and courage come again.
Since Love is substance, then am I fed by Love, as was that hungry multitude who watched expectant at our Master's feet, and twelve earth's basketsful were taken up; then am I clothed in Love, as was the Master on that clear hillside when all his raiment, shining like the sun, gleamed whiter far than any earthly seam; then am I all-supplied with Love, as Peter, hurrying to the blue lake's edge and casting in his hook, astonished found and strode back marveling; then am I housed in Love, as (while the anxious fishers shrank from that black storm) their Master in the stern rested unfearing in his heavenly home; then am I with Love environed, as when the assaulting crowd that would have cast the gentle Preacher from that dizzy brink could find no victim for their mindless rage; then am I with Love befriended. Bravely their Lord in his most bitter hour assured those faithless few so quick to flee: Lo, I am not alone; my Father's here.
Thought is a wondrous crucible, Wherein ores dull and gray May be transmuted into gems Of truth to light our way. There lurking doubt becomes true faith That gleams like stars above; There sorrow is transformed to joy; There hate is turned to love.
Time is a myth. Oh, think what this can mean To all who harbor past regret, Or have a secret dread of ills The future might beget.
The present moment only is all that we possess, Is all the time allotted to work in and progress, And enough, remember, for safety and success— Wisdom's wise provision for our happiness! Wisdom's wise provision for our highest good, For our best attainment, for true brotherhood, For eternal heaven to be understood!
The promise still stands, serene, secure, "I do set my bow in the cloud .
Jesus had let the disciples go, As he stayed behind to pray; Alone they started to toil and row The boat on their homeward way. The night was dark and the waves were high As their way they slowly made, When, lo, their teacher and friend drew nigh: "It is I; be not afraid.
Let angel thought, on quiet wing, Love's tender touch of comfort bring; Let Truth uncover error's claim, Let Principle its power proclaim, Let Mind inspire, uplift, reveal Perfection as the one ideal. Christ's healing touch dispels all sin; It is God's gift.