Poems

We wait on God— In holy solitude resign our human hopes, Submissive to His gracious will, silencing The self that would do this or that. Instead, we humbly listen As we pray to know the Father's clear design.

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.

Ambition's chronicles record how closest kin compete to own, by strife of stratagem and sword, exclusive eminence of throne. But see how God's decisive grace empowers everyone to be, in spite of class or realm or race, his own reflected royalty.

Father , may I be grateful and still sing And still rejoice when earthly hopes depart, Knowing that Thy unfailing love will bring Healing and peace to every burdened heart. Above the mists of doubt and thoughts of fear, Thy loving hand upholds and sets me free; May I be grateful for Thy presence here, True joy revealing, perfect harmony.

An ode of praise goes up to Thee From stream and brook, from hill and sea; The sun, the moon, the stars, the light— All witness to Thy wisdom's might. The kindly deeds, the helping hand, The rain that falls on thirsty land, The child's pure joys, without a care, Show Love's dear mercies everywhere.

Truth speaks to us across the ocean waste; Love at the helm will guide us through the storm. Mind, by its clear enlightenment and strength, Scatters illusions and reveals the dawn.

A crown ! May this triumphant hour Wherein brave victory Securely rests her diadem On brow long unadorned, May this, Truth's well-earned hour, Prevailing over error's subtlety, Be seasoned thoroughly With unfeigned meekness, pure humility. A backward veering, glance to left or right, Revealed a slight unsteadiness When first I thought this crown so sure—secure.

Supply is unlimited abundance of good, Available to everyone here and now, Divinely perceived through spiritual understanding, Humanly expressed by obedience to Principle. The bread of Truth, the water of Life, The garment of righteousness, is man's by reflection.

The universe of God is not beyond Our present comprehension. Love's vast plan Awaits our clearer view of that firm bond Which binds eternal good and spiritual man.

The meek, equipped by Mind With innocence, will find The Saviour's might. Their heritage of power Prevails in every hour Through sure insight, Enabling them to share The load that others bear And prove it light.