Questions & Answers
If I should cease to be the true expression Of Principle, and Truth, and Life, and Love, God would be less than constant. No digression Is possible to Him in whom we move And live and have our being.
Ever-present Father, guide us— I will keep you in My way. Take from us desire for sinning— Truth is cleansing you from evil.
I thank Thee, Father, For today— In which to work, In which to play, In which to pray, In which to say "Thy will be done. ".
" Fear not: for they that be with us Are more than they that be with them. " These words convey no animus Of military stratagem; They speak conviction that the thought Of those besieged by plan or chance Held angel concepts which were fraught With strength for sure deliverance.
Always to love, to serve the one perfection, Brings to the heart a mounting happiness; And in the thought of man as God's reflection We find the will to do and ways to bless. Our love is not depleted when we give; In loving, serving, we more richly live.
In the beginning God created all, Evolved by infinite, omniscient Mind, Whose manifold ideas, great and small, Their permanence in heavenly mandate find. Dear wanderer in void and formless night, Have you not heard God's voice, and understood The imperative command, "Let there be light"? That light is constant, all-availing good.
Not in one year, the God of Israel said, Will I, before you, drive the evil out; By little and by little shall it go, Lest desolate the present land become; By little and by little shall it go, Lest savage beasts against you multiply; By little and by little shall it go, Until, at last, in strength you are increased. Then you shall take your full inheritance, Then you shall know your habitation sure, Within the land, the promised land of old, By your own firm, unflinching efforts won.
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence Cometh my help. —Psalms 121:1 My eyes are on the hills, False sense melts fast away.
My Father, God, help me, I pray, To climb the steep and rugged way With footstep firm and courage fine, To rest my willing hand in Thine And joyous mount the upward way. O Mother, God, help me to see That brooding Love rests over me; Let me be swift in word and deed To meet with love my brother's need, Because Thy grace encircles me! Dear Father-Mother, God, no fear Can overtake my journey here.
Awakened sons of God, behold the light That calls you home and quells the sense of loss. When truth has been revealed our fears take flight— Become as dreams indeed, and count as dross.