Questions & Answers
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.
Love in its wideness circles round The yearning thought, the guileless heart; Here shall the plowman gently part The furrows of a holy ground. This heart, this thought, is heaven's mead, Here shall His purposes appear; Tread softly and tread lightly here Who come to sow the fruitful seed.
I have no enemy, unless it be A shadowy concept, Lord, of Thee In my own thought, as when a trail of cloud Will film the sun and earth enshroud In shadows grim, despite the sunbeam's glow! Since Thou art All and good, I know That hatred, malice, sickness, loss, and fears Are false; yet suffering, and bitter tears That sometimes hot and searing briefly flow, Serve friendly purpose, if my heart shall grow A little sweeter, purged of sin or pride, And I draw closer to Thy side.
O Life that knows no death, O Truth that knows no pain, Come, flood my fearful, anxious thought. And make me whole again.
This morn, as eyelids fluttered first awake, And thoughts returned to cares of yesterday, Glad rays of radiant promise filled the room— Proclaimed the reign of harmony divine. While pondering o'er this wondrous law which holds Creation all in concord grand, complete, It seemed I saw beside my bed a book Upon whose opened page my name appeared, With this arresting phrase: Today is thine.
Oh, the joy of staying thought on Thee, Dwelling in the atmosphere divine; Oh, the sense of peace that comes to me With my thought at one with Thine. Oh, the joy the perfect man to see, When my thought is filled with Love divine; Oh, the sense of health that comes to me With my thought at one with Thine.