Questions & Answers
For shelter, food, and strength I do not plead; I know God satisfies my every need. Within the one true source there is no lack, And from His own no good doth He hold back.
Stumbling, I halt, Not knowing how to pray; And yet, what matter if the words I say Seem impotent or groping as a child's? True thought is prayer, And thought when undefiled Is known to Him; Each humble deed and each unselfed desire, Each thought that to the perfect doth aspire, Each tender yearning to include all men In universal love! Perfected, then, My prayer. He hears this righteous call Through darkest night.
There are things that the senses cannot hear, That come singing into thought, The beautiful, perfect chords of good, That the hearing ear has caught. And grand and true are the things unseen That the seeing eye beholds, When its eager gaze is turned upon The vision that Love unfolds.
Why is the battle so prolonged, Why war I as one bound? Why do you struggle so, dear child? Truth knows no battleground. Why do the hosts of pain and fear Encamp about this child? There are no demon hosts in Life, For Life is undefiled Why do the scornful tongues of earth Make mockery of peace? Love knows no mocking tongue, my child; In joy all strivings cease.
God's laborers all may rest assured That they can never work alone, For He beside them works and guides— He watches and protects His own. What time they stumble, He is near, To raise them with His steady hand; They wait on Him, and find the way His thoughtful kindliness has planned.
When Jesus Christ went down a city street, He walked as others, bore a human name, Went freely in the crowds and talked with them; His stature and his clothing were the same. And yet, where he had been, The suffering, the halt, the blind, the lame Arose, singing aloud for joy when Jesus came.
In troubled time, in darkest night, In triumph or in woe, Let me be loyal to the right And fear no mortal foe. Let me not shrink from wisdom's rod, But give in everything Love to my neighbor, love to God, Honor to Him as King.
When Thy voice, so gently pleading, Murmurs, Come to me, Oh, may we, no other heeding, Father, turn to Thee! When the mists of error, drifting, Seem to hide Thy face, May Thy words, the darkness rifting, Lift us to the place Where we see our own true being, Ever one with Thine; See ourselves as Thou art seeing, Hear Thee say, Thou'rt Mine!
As Moses stood at dawn with outstretched hand Upon the summit of the great divide That separated wilderness from wide And fertile valleys of a promised land, He prayed to God his weary, wayworn band Of wanderers would lay their sins aside, In order that they might in peace abide Forever subject to the Lord's command. We stand at dawn upon a mountain's height And gaze across a promised land today, While in the growing glow of truth and light Our Leader points and designates the way.
Make of me, Lord, a better builder now, And as I build my temple show me how To place each brick or stone as it should be To make it flawless, and to make it free From all defects in workmanship. And, Lord, Show me Thy plans, so that I may accord.