Questions & Answers
What is this healing message of the Christ? The nearness, the omnipotence of Love; The harmony, the Godlikeness of man; God's justice, Love beneath, around, above!
Oh , Love divine! In Thy sweet fires refining Even the gold of human hope and aim, Oh, perfect Love, all good for all designing, Even as Jacob, let me change my name. I too would strive until there breaks the light In which he saw the man whom Love had made.
God has a plan. In Mind it has its place, Fixed, sure, serene.
Teach me the meaning of life, dear Lord; Teach me to do my part. Show me the reason for work, dear Lord; Give me a loving heart.
How vain, how dark, seemed human understanding! The needs of flesh, the fear of the unknown, Pressed like the smother of a fog down drifting; The stars had vanished and I stood alone! But Love reminded me of my possession, That all God's promises were mine today; Like Christian, then, I used my key and hastened From Giant Despair to the King's Highway. And there drew near a gentle, unseen presence; God's message, as an angel, came to me.
How much we owe to those brave Hebrew captives Who dared keep faith in mighty Babylon, Refused the royal fare of self-indulgence, To serve, without defilement, God alone! They would not bow before the golden image, Their faith had risen to a purer joy, Undaunted by the seven times heated furnace, That proudest boast of evil to destroy. They fell down bound into that flaming madness, But found their bonds dissolved like empty air; Nor e'en the smell of smoke had passed upon them, Because the Son of God walked with them there.
Passed by a blinded man Reaching out gropingly, Danger on every side, Hands held beseechingly! "Oh, all ye passers-by, Ye who have eyes to see, Will ye not stretch a hand To such as me?" Are we the passers-by? Shall we not heed that cry? "Go heal the sick for Me; Love came and gave thee light, Pass on that gift of sight; Set those blind footsteps right. Thus as ye do to Mine, Ye do to Me.
Work , brother, work! Thy strength is needed every passing hour, To free thyself from error's subtle power. When faith grows faint and demons would devour, Thou must not shirk.
Dear Father, when the way seems hard, and clouds Of doubt and fear across my path may fall, I pray that I may know Thy guiding hand Is closer to me still, and governs all. Unfold my life in Thine own way, I pray, A life of loving service may it be.
A Place is prepared in my Father's house Where I may dwell in peace; And there, from sin and sorrow, Is swift and sure release. The Christ is host in my Father's house Where every guest is fed From founts of living water, And love is the daily bread.