As my freshly whetted kitchen knife will Slice tomorrow's breakfast fruit twice as easily As the same one dull, So Christian Science treatment prepares me For each day, letting Christ, Truth, tenderly and swiftly Peel away the mortal view of things and cut right through To the essential, divine standpoint that heals. Sharpened now, by the grace of Spirit, I refuse To believe the pointless lie of life in matter and see instead With Soul's sweet clarity, My life and all being in God, beloved.
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