Questions & Answers
God's kingdom is within, the Master taught, And gave the glorious proof that each may know Within himself the radiant, living glow Of Life, of Love—the good he long has sought— Reflected in his every righteous thought. No waiting years, no farther need he go Than where he stands.
To one in doubt there came one day these questions: Why are my prayers unanswered for so long? Why is my heart so hurt by life's dark shadows, Not cheered and lifted by some God-sent song Of joy—of Life—of Love's eternal presence? Why does God send to me such deep despair That all the way of life seems dark and empty— No sun, no moon, nor star of night so fair? And then this answer came with sweet compassion: "God does not hurt the children of His love. God does not send to you great tribulation, But comforts you, and bids you rise above All mortal sense, and fear and pain and sorrow.
Oh , let us give, without a thought of gain, Give gladly from our hearts so richly full Of Truth that it may heal another's pain, Or wash a sinner's heart as "white as wool. " And if we cannot give to those who gave Abundantly to us, oh, let us give To those who seem to lack, and still are brave.
O loving Father, unto Thee I turn To save me from my fears and faltering faith, And learn that Thy protecting arm is near To strengthen me and guide me on the way To that eternal bliss reserved by Thee For those aspiring from the galling chain Of mortal bondage freedom to attain, And from earth's vain illusions turning A full emancipation finding. Thou art the only way.
" Lazarus , come forth!" In might of Truth's dominion The Master spake to one who had not died. Death, the unreal, was vanquished in that moment; And Lazarus, living, stood by Jesus' side.
God has His plan and program for today, the day that He has made, the master plan conceived majestically, the smallest detail specified and every detail good. At first we may not see the workings plain, the distant purpose that He sets in train to bless us in its season; but we know God is at work.
The treasure of the lapidary's art, The talisman to wear upon your heart, The consecration emblem, your rank's right, The Urim and the Thummim, pouring light— The jewel of perfection! Oh, wear it with the thought, "I shall be free From everything that mars, eternally; I shall forever know myself God's child, And keep, all polished brightness, undefiled, The jewel of perfection. ".
We fight not for new lands, nor plundered wealth, Nor to inflict on others some strange plan; We seek to bring to light the heritage of man. Man has the right to wisdom; the one Mind, Speaking the Word, created all to be Its imaged likeness, good and wise and free.
Upon the wall a little room, Furnished, complete with loving care; A bed, a candlestick are there, A table, and a little stool. A cool and shady spot by day, A restful dwelling place by night, Bathed by the moonbeams' silver light, Where breezes from the mountains play.
On the dark waves of troubled Galilee A small ship tossed, its oarsmen wearied, tense; When, lo, across the water's turbulence The Master neared them, walking on the sea With loving reassurance. Suddenly Their thoughts, so closely with the storm allied, Were stilled and comforted; the angry tide And boisterous winds grew calm at his decree.