Questions & Answers

Be not afraid! The Lord thy God is near; He will deliver thee, thou need'st not fear. Trust in His love when storms of sense assail, He will thy refuge be; Love doth not fail.

Dear God, I love Thee! How sweet it is to know Thy mighty love enfoldeth me Wherever I may go! Dear God, I thank Thee That Thou art All-in-all; The power of Thy protecting love Includes the sparrow's fall. Dear, God, Thou guidest The nations everywhere; Thy "great white throne" rules all mankind With just and tender care.

Think not to journey, desolate And sad, beyond His care; There is no place that you may know, But lo, the Lord is there. No task that comes with risen dawn, Too dull or heavy is; You do not face it all alone— The mastery is His.

Our God is good, omnipotent—supreme— Then good is all, and there is nought beside; This light of Truth is revelation's beam, Revealing God's creation glorified. Our God is Spirit, omnipresent Love; His children cannot fear, or be alone, Or lose Life's inspiration from above, Or be unworthy to be called His own.

So close am I, dear Lord, to Thee, Thy tender love enfoldeth me. The radiance of my hours, that know Angelic thoughts which ever flow From God to man, proves constantly Thy kingdom's peace established is Within my heart.

Dear Father-Mother, Love, The tranquil daylight dies; Home to her nest the gentle dove On eager pinions flies; And slow-limbed cattle come Down from the pasture late, To gaze in patient wonder by An old familiar gate. Now, splashed with starlight's gold, Contented from their play, The young lambs hasten to the fold To wait another day.

Thy closet door must now be closed If thou wouldst pray aright— If thou wouldst offer sacrifice Well pleasing in God's sight. Let not false, human yearnings dare Prompt thee to pray amiss; Ye ask in vain, O selfish one— Ye know not joy nor bliss! With true desire for holiness.

I cannot see as clearly as I should, There seems to be a mist obscures my sight; And yet I know, when Truth is understood, The mist will disappear before its light. I cannot always glimpse the road ahead, Yet I can listen for the Father's voice.

What mean the speeding seasons? What is time That claims to be too late or else too soon? Remember Jesus, when a boy of twelve, Found in the Father's business his delight; And later, how he loved the little ones And recommended their receptive thought. Consider Moses in his later days— Upon him fell no burden of the years: His eye undimmed, his powers unimpaired, He journeyed on, when earth's great tasks were done.

In Galilee so long ago, When Jesus faced the throng, He healed the sick and raised the dead, And changed their grief to song. And when he trod in ways apart, To lift his thought in prayer, The eager, searching multitude Sought him for healing there.