My heritage! Oh, boundless thought!
It never can be sold or bought.
It is from God, my Life divine,
Who gives me all that I call mine,
Mine to possess and never lose.
It grows with ever constant use.
This heritage no court's decree
Can change or take away from me.
Strength, health, and harmony are mine,
As the real child of the divine.
This heritage for man was wrought,
And may be found whenever sought.
My heritage! Oh, boundless thought!
It never can be sold or bought.
Poems
[Written for the Journal]
MY HERITAGE
From the March 1931 issue of The Christian Science Journal