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Gray days may come, cold winds may blow for me, And clouds may make my path too dark to see, But far above where human voices speak Is formed an outline of the path I seek. A way made clear by prayerfulness alone, It lies before me, smoothed of every stone Whose ragged edge would make me turn aside From hallowed paths of Truth where I abide.
As a man speaketh to his friend So let me, Father, speak with Thee; With confidence Thy wisdom seek, Thy ready counseling attend; Joyful that, ever at my side, Thou dost from seeming ill defend; Content that Thou my steps wilt guide In paths of service dear to Thee; My loving Father-Mother God, My Friend through all eternity.
Fear not! The Father's tender care Is round us all, is everywhere — He loves us. Within His thoughts we all abide; He sends His angels to our side To guard us.
At evening I would pray to Thee, When shadows round my pathway fall And the betrayer greeteth me, Some erring sense material, And fear and hate around me throng. Oh, may that Mind then dwell in me, And may that Spirit make me strong, That watched above Gethsemane.
Dear heart, you wait in loneliness and yearn For that which is your very own this day— Indeed, is ever yours would you but learn The source of love to seek and there to stay True comfort and companionship are there Within the everlasting arms of Love; There happiness replaces bleak despair, And precious gifts are showered from above Dear heart, you are beloved—beloved of God, Who claims you now as His own perfect child, And guides you always with true wisdom's light, While guarding with compassion's staff and rod; You are the loved of Love, pure, undefiled, Secure forever in the way of right.
In other days they were led forth To journey to the promised land, And all the way Love was so near They could, by reaching, touch Love's hand. We journey through the wilderness, And stand before the raging sea, And Love sustains us as we go, Bidding the waters tranquil be.
How can the child of God be unemployed, When God is Truth and we have truth to give? Did not our Master bid us heal the sick; Is not our living helping these to live? How can the child of God be unemployed, When God is Love and love must be expressed? This is our part, to love as we are loved, And then rejoice to know that we are blessed.
Confidingly she came and touched my arm— Please may I take your hand across the street? I glanced at her, a child with happy eyes That knew no doubt. Her simple faith so sweet Endeared her to my heart; and hand in hand We crossed together.
The Christ-thought is the true thought, That knows eternal life; That dissipates the sense-dream; That banishes all strife. The Christ-thought is the pure thought, That cleanses from all sin; That purifies our motives, And lets God's sunshine in.
O child of God, thou knowest well Truth leads the way, And thou canst follow joyously, Yea, day by day. The angels of God's presence are Forever near.