Inspirational verse submitted by readers.
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I Dreamed a waking dream, yet true. I heavenward looked, and there did view Surpassing glory, calm and clear; Dispelling every trace of fear.
Word of God, whose wondrous entrance Giveth light to men, Gleaming brightly through the darkness, Shine on us again; We have seen the shadows vanish As thy dawn grew bright; Shine upon us in thy glory, Banish all our night! Word of God, in the beginning, Ere the breaking dawn, Thy true Light, forever changeless, Still was shining on; Through uncomprehending darkness, Now, as then, it gleams, And we follow, ever pressing Nearer to its beams. Word of God, made flesh among us, Full of truth and grace, Still, as then, thy radiant glory Lighteth every place.
For as many as are led by the Spirit of God, they are the sons of God. Romans, 8:14.
Thus saith the Lord, The heaven is my throne, and the earth is my footstool: where is the house that ye build unto me? and where is the place of my rest?— Isaiah, 66:1. Where is the house that ye build me? this question will come To every one seeking a permanent home.
Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak— Matthew, 26: 41. Watch and pray, said Christ the Master; We of this have always need.
Be confident, ye dreamers for the right. The right shall triumph ere the strife is done; For is no human conflict settled quite Till in its holy name the day is won.
Our God is whatever we love the best, The thing enthroned within our breast, Be it good or evil, love or hate, Be it pleasure or power or rich estate, In our temple of thought, from the world apart. We burn our incense and offer our prayers, And daily our outward life declares What is supreme within our heart.
This beautiful poem was sent by a student of Christian Science to the Rev. Mary Baker G.
Where Christ our Lord abideth We know no thought of care. With heavenly might environed There is no sense of fear.
To know the beauty of cleanness The heart must be clean and sweet; We must love our neighbor to get his love,— As we measure, he will mete. Alice Cary.