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God spoke to me today, Today when sense was still; He said, Deny thyself And humbly do My will. I knew not what to do, But prayed for Love to guide; And in that humbleness, I cast away false pride.
A prophet of the former days Received command to cry. What shall I cry? his question ran: All flesh is grass, and only can Appear, to fade and die.
O Father-Mother God, this day May I reflect Thy purity, And cleanse my thought Of every taint of self, Till in humility I am aware Of Thy unfailing presence. May I reflect Thy truth, And through its shining light Destroy the shadows dark That crowd the path Of those not yet awakened From the dream Of mortal life.
When in one comradeship all hearts are woven, Obedient to the touch of Love divine, Then Life's far-reaching oneness will be proven In seamless tapestry of God's design.
All eagerly they crowded round him there, The gentle Master, whose almighty Word Did ope' the blinded eyes, and made them see, The eyes of him who from his birth had ne'er Beheld the light. And anxiously one said, Who sinned, his parents, or this man that he Was thus born blind? Then came those wond'rous words, So fraught with meaning, and so swift to heal; He sinned not, neither did his parents sin, But that God's works should be made manifest.
Instead of wishing for another sphere In which to work and live, Help me to know that Thou art always near, The heavenly vision give, Just where I am. Instead of hoping for some greater work On which to prove my skill, Help me to do each smallest menial task With consecrated will, Just where I am.
Show me the way, And I will walk in it. Teach me to pray, With all my thought in it.
The world says that I walk alone— How little does it know! The world keeps sounding in my ears Its own uncertain doubts and fears, Its dread of what the passing years May hold, as on I go. The world says that I walk alone— How little can it tell! Life points the shining, upward way, Truth guides and guards my path today, Love gently whispers, Come what may, He doeth all things well.
Not for more worldly gain, Lord, do I pray; But for more gratitude Ask I this day. Open my dullard eyes That I may see Only Thy truth is real, Witnessing Thee.
Again, the yearly feast— And students come from far To feed anew upon the well-loved truth; To drink, in happy fellowship, The wine of gratitude, Of inspiration, and of joy, And then return To waiting harvest fields With added strength, fresh courage, And a high resolve To follow closer where the Master trod; To strive more earnestly, to be, As he was, "one with God. ".