Questions & Answers
Oh , we long for a glimpse of the still white heights, Where Love alone doth reign; Where good, as a law, gives man his rights, And sorrow hath ceased, and pain. And desire is rife to remain thereon.
Dear Father-Mother God, help me in grace to grow, To follow in Thy wond'rous way and only good to know, To feel Thy loving presence near To heal all doubt and still all fear; Oh, make the path before me clear. Dear Father-Mother God.
Thou art all pure and perfect, child of light Thine is a peace more calm than fields dew gray And lightly shadow-flecked at dawn. Thy way Lies straight and safe.
They say that I am sick. But 'tis not they who speak,— Tis but the cry of mortal mind, Voicing error of its kind; God is my strength, in Him I live.
" 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.