Questions & Answers
" Sing unto the Lord a new song!" But why should my song be new? All my songs, the past years. Used through triumph and through tears, Have been as a friend proved true.
Out of the dust of conflict, out of fear, Out of the scorn and the reproach of men, Out of long wrestling in the watches drear To Israel the Word is come again. God is gone up unto His threshing floor.
Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee. —Jeremiah xxxi:3.
There is no place so lofty in its height But there are pathways, fashioned to be trod By human feet—who know not fear nor doubt, But all unseeing, trusting, hunt them out, These paths that lead to understanding God. There is no true ambition, howe'er lost In all the little human hurts that give Depression to our hearts and shatter dreams, Or wreck the moulding of mere human schemes, But can be found again, and proved to live.
Bright vision of omnipotence, Entrusted to mortal sight, Lifting up the traveler With tenderness and might; O let us not forgetful be Of our response to you, But keep our vision so unselfed That waiting thoughts May find their way Through our reflected view. Flora F.
I know of Thee that Thou art power; Thou leadest me through every hour; That on Thee I can rely, For Thou art ever my supply— Supply of love and gratitude, Supply of everything that's good, Supply of peace and joy and wealth, Supply of happiness and health, And of contentment. Thus I find My only home to be in Mind, The Mind that is eternity, The Mind I pray to be in me, The Christ-mind,—'tis the only one, And makes of me my Father's son.
What splendor surpasses the dawning of the sunrise? The dawn of Truth within a shadowed heart; Sweet as a thousand scents of dewy morning Tenderly whispering. Evil has no part.
Rebellious Israel spake against the Lord, How irksome seemed obedience to His word; Then came the fiery serpents, and in pain, With tears repentant sought they Him again. But Moses with his pure uplifted thought Glimpsed this great truth—that God created naught That poisonous or harmful e'er could be; And, symbolizing this where all could see, He raised the brazen serpent on a pole, And all who looked, obeying, were made whole.
In the deep shadows of the past I dwelt, and ever seemed distressed; I looked ahead, and could not find A gleam of hope or rest. Then Christian Science came with promise sweet Of joy in the eternal now; To-day I every moment greet, Grateful that God has shown me how.
A vine beside a window grew— An open window; creeping through, It found, in semi-darkened hall, A bare expanse of barren wall. Days passed, nor leaf nor flower was seen; A tiny tendril softly green Extended, lengthening day by day, Beside the stair, a weary way.