Questions & Answers

They bore him toward the north gate. Once before Had she, his mother, followed a like bier Beyond its portals.

I have fought for the bravest and best, I have longed for the greatest and true. I have followed the holiest quest, It has brought me, O Father, to You.

Mary , when you cherished him Deep within your heart, Did you dream adown the years, Misty visioning through tears, Of the Saviour's part? Was he just a babe to you, Cherished safe and sure? Could it be that then to thought Came the anguished hours fraught With his mission pure? Mary, as he grew apace, And you watched him grow, Could you vision by his ways Or his glorious God-filled days What he sought to know? We today are cherishing Deep within our hearts What his wisdom sought to give. Showing us the way to live Free from error's darts.

At eventime we turn our thought to Thee, When weary and with doubts and fears obsessed; We lay us down in quiet security And drink of Thy tranquillity and rest. In morning light we see Thy purpose pure, Thy bounty showered upon us from above; The beams of Truth revealing ever sure Progress toward yet a clearer view of Love.

When Love's kind flame has burned away the tares Of wayward will, and sensuous desire, And consciousness is clothed in Christlike robes Of purity, and gratitude, and peace, No backward glance toward errors obsolete Will mar one's radiant vision of God's plan For His beloved son, His idea, man.

The gentle sheep are lying in the meadow On rolling hills of tender, dewy grass, While wakeful shepherds watch them from the shadow Of olive trees. The rustling breezes pass And die away, chill messengers of dawn, While in the east a radiant star shines on.

I will arise and go unto my Father, Far I have wandered willfully astray; Pursuing madly vain and selfish pleasure, Snatching at fancied joys along the way. All that He gave me I have vainly squandered, Forgetting quite to whom I owed my all, Giving no thought to home and loving Father, Reckless, responding to each earthly call.

Stand porter! Let no earthly dream Deface the tablet of thy mind; Open thy thought to heaven's bright beam Of light and truth, and thou shalt find The power of Love to fill thy day With joy supreme—in God's own way.

Help me, O Lord, this very day, to count The little blessings all along my way. In Thy great plan of endless little things, Beauty and grace hold everlasting sway.

All call him friend, This man who never seeks Acclaim for word or deed; Who never turns a deafened ear To those who seem in need. A man who never speaks of men Unless he can commend, But never leaves unsaid the words That urge an upward trend.