Is there room, I wonder,
In my consciousness
For the Christ to enter and abide?
Dear God, cleanse and purify my thought
From every selfish whim
And mean desire.
Furnish my heart with steadfast, unselfed love,
With understanding to repel all error's claims.
Fill me with peace that nothing can disturb;
With joy that sorrow cannot quench;
With truth no evil can withstand.
Then will my consciousness be cleansed,
The healing Christ accepted,
Loved and lived.
Poems
Consecration
From the April 1958 issue of The Christian Science Journal
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