Questions & Answers
All space is filled with God today, And error cannot enter in, If we hold thought to Truth and pray. All space is filled with God today.
Dear Lord, when through the storm and strife My upward-tending thought shall soar, To know Thy peace, to dwell on Life, Will keep me safe forevermore. Dear Lord, amid the surging throng Who blindly strive for place and power, To walk with holy Love along The way will comfort me each hour.
I am not bitter. I do not look With tear-filled eyes Upon the world today.
How often, as a child, when fears would steal My joy, or fretfulness my peace, I'd feel My mother's gentle hand upon my head, Stilling the fretfulness, the childish dread. Temper's swift word, or disappointment's tear, Reminding me of love that knew no fear.
This torch I bear, God help me hold it high, That it may shed its light On every passer-by; That it may reach the lame, The deaf, the dumb, the blind, And draw the aged and youth— This flaming torch of Truth. This torch I bear, God help me keep it bright, Untarnished from the world, Undimmed by error's night; Grant that its beams may free The bonds of all mankind, The cultured or uncouth— This flaming torch of Truth.
Why chide thy brother if he stray And tread in steps not of thy way? This be thy steadfast claim alway: He is a son of God. What mote ye see as his alone Deny that any eye can own, Lest beams in thine eye may be known.
A mortal dazed by pain and weak with fear Asked of his brother aid, and swiftly, clear And strong the answer came, gentle and sure: "Be comforted, for you are safe, secure; God's ever-present Love protects His own; His arm upholds you; you are not alone. " And as the fear was banished, healing came, Proving that error had no power, no claim Where one, whose consciousness so clearly saw It as unreal, devoid of truth or law, Beheld man as God's child, upright and free, Walking in strength divine, at liberty.
Disclosing Life eternal, Devoid of shade or time, The Christmas light is shining For every age and clime. A constant Christmas have we, A never-ending day, With Christ forever present In Truth's eternal way.
" Until the morning light ye shall not go Out at the door. Upon the lintel, on The two side posts the blood shall be.
Let not the idle word be spoken— The word that does not spring From heart's sincerity; Nor let one write a sentence Bold beyond the standard of his proving. Words spoken thoughtlessly are void, Meaningless phrases that are born to die.