Questions & Answers
Be still, O heart; the Father's love's around you, The ills you see, are phantoms of the night. There is no truth in aught but God's own goodness; Forget the past, and look to Him for right.
I share the little in my store, And thus make room for more; I open wide the inner door, And thus make room for love to pour; I empty out my heart's deep bowl Into a neighbor's hungry soul, And trust to Love's replenishing.
"The darkness is past, and the true light now shineth. "— I John 2:8.
"He that overcometh shall inherit all things. "— Revelation 21:7.
Like a proud ship, by restless waters tossed, Safely at anchor held in depths below, Swept by the storms, strained by the surging tides, Yet steadfast, midst their ceaseless ebb and flow,— So, on the sea of human doubt and fear, With darkling clouds of mortal sense above, My soul is anchored in the invisible, Fathomless deeps of everlasting Love.
When through thy life to other lives A ray of hope shall come; When in thy thought true charity Shall ever find a home; When healing Truth its light shall shed Where clouds of sense have hung, And joy, in some long-saddened heart, Its song again has sung; Then shall reflected Truth and Love The perfect image find, And erring mortal sense and self Yield to the might of Mind.
I have named His name; Now I must prove the way. It matters not how weary lies the road, Nor how the senses seem to hold their sway, Nor heavy, burdened, seems the load,— I have named my heavenly Father's name, And I can prove the way! I have named His name; Now I must walk with Him.
O Father , Thou dost hear my prayer; My hope soars high. Thy tender love dost flood my heart, For Thou art nigh.
Sweetly the song of spring's first meadow lark Falls on the listening and grateful ear; Though clouds hang low, though chill the day and dark, His notes rise jubilant, and sweet, and clear. What of the sky? His joyous song doth mark The spring's glad days, most welcome of the year.
List to the voice of Truth, my friend; Thy talents to its treasury send; And thou shalt reap a dividend Well worth the taking! See evil having naught of worth; Let dust return as dust to earth; And never bring it into birth By image making!