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COMMUNICATION

Son , thou art ever with Me, On thee have I bestowed Love's blessings and prosperity, A peaceful, fair abode; Ideas for companions, From Spirit's endless store, All loving, satisfying— One could not ask for more. Yea, thou art ever beautiful, Thy love expresses Mine.

MY NEED OF THEE

For need of Thee, dear God, I walked alone 'Neath skies of gray; Assailed by grief and sore discouragement, I lost the way, And fell among the thorns I could not see— For need of Thee, dear God, for need of Thee. For need of Thee my steps would often stray Where discord reigned, And pride was rife, and vanity held sway, Nor joy remained; The bright and gladsome way I could not see— For need of Thee, dear God, for need of Thee.

THE SHUNAMMITE AT THE DOOR

Did you for one moment when you were shut out, Thinking of your swift journey to the Mount, Resting your head against the post of the door, See earth's fair fancies fall away to dust? Even as you pressed your hands upon the frame, Your sore heart torn—your mother's ears attent Half to earth's cries and half to heaven's song O Shunammite, what saw you then? Did you See for one moment God and man at one? Did you see then what we in later day, More clearly taught, glimpse also in our pain: Man, perfect and complete, at one with God, Including all identities in one Clear consciousness? Did heaven open wide Its portals till you dropped your hands from the door And went your way to your house in peace, Content now with your portion? And so at rest Waited till the call came, and unbewildered, calm, Took up your son alive—and knew God there?

SAFETY

I built a little wall of gratitude Around today; So filled with peace is the encircled space, Herein I stay. Neither tomorrow's cares, nor yesterday's, Durst enter here; For when God's countless blessings fill my heart, He too is near.

EVENING

When shadows fall and sinks the setting sun, Quiet, I sometimes ponder all I've done Throughout the day. Have I put self behind, to turn to God? Have I been led by His protecting rod, To watch and pray? Have I sought God when problems were in sight? Have I asked Him to lead me to the light, His guiding ray? Have I declared the truth, glimpsed perfect man, Seen nothing else but what would be His plan For me this day? When others' faults have been revealed to me, Have I helped them their perfect selves to see, And to Him turned? Have I been glad, encouraging, and kind, And leaving faults and failings all behind, Just good discerned? Have I expressed more gratitude and love For what I have, and thanked dear God above For His supply? If these I've done, then I may take my rest, Assured of peace, full knowing I've been blessed By God on high.

PATHS

It's one step at a time that makes a path By constant, following feet, Over and over a beaten trail To upland pastures — sweet. It's one thought at a time that makes a way In consciousness appear; Over and over our mental trail Goes love, or hate, or fear.

PRAYER OF SUPPLICATION

O let me be aware of all Thou art, And ponder it within my secret heart. Make me to know Thy truth, and understand The full dimensions of the heavenly land; So shall my sense arise from all distress, Praising the affluence of Thy loveliness.

AS A LITTLE CHILD

A little child, O Father-Mother God, Do I lift up my face in trust to Thee; And as a child beside his parent's knee, Learning through love his lessons, needs no rod, So I, in meekness, kneeling at Thy feet, Would learn to understand and do Thy will, My little lamp with Thy pure oil would fill, In Thy reflection know my life complete. Always, dear Father, as a little child, Whose innocence knows naught that is not pure; Only of Thine omniscience I am sure, Nor e'er will be by false beliefs defiled.

WORK

Work is a very lovely thing, and joyous! To see the truth unfolding to the thought, Activity responding through the hand, As in the Sun of righteousness expand The purposes of God, with wonder wrought. The burden drops into obscurity When man as God's reflection we can see.

THE CENTURION

How privileged the eyes that now behold Yon Eastern scene, like cameo clear-cut In never crumbling gem of timeless truth, Showing how Love in love reflected is! .