Questions & Answers
How good it is to see the sun Sending its warm beams everywhere, Waking the flowers to fragrant glow, Calling the birds to fill the air With songs of grateful happiness, Calling us all to business. How good it is to feel the sun Of God's great love is everywhere, Waking the flowers of fragrant thoughts , Lifting the hearts of men to prayer, That, rising, robed in righteousness, They go to do His business.
Say not, "I count for nought"—each counts for much. The kindly word you speak—the Christly touch— The simple love you live—earth needeth such.
One time I thought to find the peace of God In lonely ways by feet of men untrod, Roaming the mountain heights, or silently By murmuring moonlit streams or storm-swept sea Thus solitary might my eager feet Be led to where in accents slow and sweet Truth would its nature even to me unfold, That secret of the ages, still untold. So wandered I and prayed reality Its infinite meaning to reveal to me.
This is today: To waken to the dawn of Truth's clear beam, And, as its light dispels earth's shadows, sing; Sing, till a gladness like the noonday sun Fills all my world, and every doubt takes wing. I cannot toil the burdened hours away; I am "the guest of God.
I would grow rich in grace, dear God, In Christian virtues true; I would reflect the Christlike touch In all I say and do. I would grow rich in love, dear God, In tender, gentle ways; In sweet compassion, mercy, peace, I would perfect Thy praise.
Go forth unto the sowing With courage in your heart, The Lord will walk before you, His wisdom to impart. He'll set His cloud above you When garish grows the day, And when the darkness gathers, His fire will light the way.
He that loses his life shall find it again, Free of the folly and fear, the sorrow and pain. He that loses the world, the lure of its gold and its greed, Shall find the riches of Love that meeteth all human need.
Who shall be rescued, who shall be saved, When the terrible day of the Lord shall come; What of the wicked and weak and depraved, What of the blind and the dumb? We unto deafness have prophesied, For the deaf are leading the blind astray; Truth have we spoken to those who have lied And walked in an evil way. Verily truth shall win in its fight, And all are safe whom the truth defends; Nations in darkness shall come into light, And enemies learn to be friends.
The twelve disciples could not cure the lad Whose anxious father came to them for aid, For they could see but hopeless lunacy, Instead of perfect man, whom God had made. The loving Master did not seek to heal A grave disease, as those less wise had done, But to establish Love's impartial law, Which holds man safe as God's beloved son.
When mortal dreams would bind and fetter me, Or fear my pathway bars, My waiting heart I lift to thoughts of Thee, And in the calm of Thy tranquillity, I walk amid the stars.