The twelve disciples could not cure the lad
Whose anxious father came to them for aid,
For they could see but hopeless lunacy,
Instead of perfect man, whom God had made.
The loving Master did not seek to heal
A grave disease, as those less wise had done,
But to establish Love's impartial law,
Which holds man safe as God's beloved son.
And as he turned with faith-illumined gaze
Away from mortal sense to things of Soul,
Unwilling error loosed its hold, and fled;
And lo! the child stood forth before them, whole.
Wouldst thou repeat the Master's words and works
As Christian Science teaches us to do,
Wouldst cleanse the sinful, comfort the distressed,
And prove the Bible's healing promise true?
Then keep thy mind "so filled with Truth and Love,
That sin, disease,"* nor death can enter there,
And everyone on whom thy thought may rest,
Shall feel its touch like silent, healing prayer.
*The First Church of Christ, Scientist, and Miscellany, by Mary Baker Eddy, page 210.
