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What Is God?

" What is God?" the child's voice queried, As we stood on the shore of the flame-tipped sea. "Is that Him?" the small hand motioned, Pointing the sunset out to me.

Hannah

The motherhood of Hannah, How radiant and rich! She fashioned for her man-child (With love in every stitch) A little coat to warm him Within the temple gate. The motherhood of Hannah, How radiant and great! No sorry cords of selfishness She twined around the boy; She gave him to the Father With thankfulness and joy.

Thine Is the Glory

Dear Father, give me the wisdom To help those who come to me, Seeking Thee. Rightly distributing the truth In deepest humility.

Prayer for All Nations

Our Father, God, we pray for guidance Over devious ways that we must tread; Like those of old in their wilderness journey May we be led. Dear Mother, Love, we yearn for comfort; Fold us close in a warm embrace.

Resurrection Morn

And with the dawn came Mary, In grief's deep anguish bound, To seek her Lord in death's dark tomb Where Life is never found. Through tears she saw the gardener And, hopeful, sought his aid To find the place, the hidden place, Where Jesus might be laid.

Late and Early

Late and early, It matters not to me; Late and early, Unto eternity; The loveliness of loving, The purity of Soul, Unfolds before my vision To make a perfect whole. Late and early, Ah, never let me stray To wider paths alluring That beckon me away.

Identity

The mirror on the wall does not reveal Identity. The human faces seen Within the fragile looking glass conceal The perfect man-inviolate, serene.

"Which altereth not"

Law-bred, law-supported—order. But watch the subtle robot hoarder of words, the counterfeit—routine— building its cumbersome machine.

Two men

Two men went up to the temple About the hour of prayer; One spoke to his heavenly Father, One to the ambient air. Two men came back from the temple, And each had what he sought: One stood absolved in God's clear sight, And one in his own proud thought.

Safety

Poor little black sheep? What little black sheep? I who see all from above, I who neither slumber nor sleep— Shall any escape from My love? No little black sheep. No little lost sheep.