Questions & Answers
Amid the roar of passing time and circumstance We hear the still, small voice. Our hearts reach upward to the thought of peace.
Your home is in the consciousness of good; Wind-swept and clean from every lurking fear. And there God's child may sojourn unperturbed, Knowing the Father's presence ever near.
Hear my prayer, dear Father-Mother, When the dawn awakens me; Let Thy thoughts around me hover, Let them guide and strengthen me. Hear my prayer, dear Father-Mother, When the midday's busy strife Holds me in its noise and clamor; Keep me, guide me, Truth and Life.
The tides of the sea are strong tonight As they beat on the rocky shore; The crashing surf with its lines of white Is filling the air with its roar. The tides of error are strong tonight, But they beat on my heart in vain; For my life is hid in my Father's love, With Christ, who has banished pain.
I like to think how Jesus grew, How well he grew to understand The wondrous work his Father planned. Oh, think not that in youth's first hour He had the power To do the miracles he did.
Like bird that preens its wing for upward flight, So, Lord, through prayer my heart prepares for Thee. Rejoicing in each proof of Spirit's might, Thought rises higher, clearer views to see.
When to you the angels whisper, Walk by faith and not by sight, In the narrow, upward pathway, Turn to neither left nor right, Arise, obey! Seems this path bereft of sunshine? Do foreboding clouds appear? Humbly yield each budding purpose To the loving Father's care; Watch and pray! Falter not, nor fear the shadows, Ever seek the heavenly goal, Bright the skies, no trace of sorrow In the atmosphere of Soul; Rejoice alway.
Your tents, O world, are pitched in Rephidim, Where no water is for your famishing. You shall go onward; you shall find a Rock.
My business is to know myself, to know I am His child; To know He holds me in His arms, perfect and undefiled; To know my brother man as His, to know that naught but right Can emanate from one who is thus perfect in His sight. For when I know that God is Love, no fears can torture me; The blessed healing words are proved, The truth shall make you free.
Keep pouring from thy cruse of oil, O cupbearer of God. Stint not thy healing, holy toil, Pour consecration, love.