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God bathes the universe in light, The greater light to rule the day, The lesser light to rule the night, Illuminating all the way: The day of joyous demonstration, The night of quiet consecration. And nightmare dreams of life pass on Into their own oblivion, For never was a pathway trod But designated by our God.
There was no answer to my cry, For men were powerless to aid; The senses bound me with a lie, And I was helpless and afraid. The human intellect was vain; God's truth alone could bring release; In childlike faith I turned again To Him and found abiding peace.
Does some Goliath of sin, disease, or death Aggressive stand, full armed in coat of mail? A shepherd boy who knew no power but God Slung one small stone and saw Truth's law prevail. Did Jesus think supplies at hand too slight To satisfy the vast and hungry throng? While thanking God for true, exhaustless love, He met their needs and filled their hearts with song.
He stills all clamor And unveils the sanctuary. In it are no sorrows, No ills, nor aggression, But the still, small voice Speaking sweetly and softly Of God and His love For His precious children.
" Come into the ark," decreed the inward voice, And Noah made irrevocable choice Between the crumbling earth and swelling sea, A sodden grave and immortality. The ark of Noah floated upon the wave— And always the hand of God was near to save.
May I be truly humble, Father. This above all my prayer, Nor let inordinate ambition rule, but rather May I achieve fulfillment where Only Thy precepts guide.
Accepting good is such a simple thing, And yet how long and stubbornly we cling To mortal thoughts and human reasoning. "But it has always been like that," we say, Forgetting that there is a better way As yet untried or toyed with timidly.
When busily engaged in speaking words of Truth And occupied with loving thoughts which heal and bless, I find a day completely filled with joyous deeds Unfolds continuously within my consciousness.
How long the pain, I do not know— before I felt the healing glow of warmth, a soft caress, the flow of balm into my wounds, and found bent o'er me one who gently bound my injuries and from the ground onto his own beast lifted me and took me to the inn to be tended and cared for properly. It does not matter, now, how long I'd lain.
" Go , wash"—the hearer felt the imperative intent, So that, without questioning, he straightway rose and went. Oh, whiter than break of day upon the mountain's height The light of perception, dawning, dispelled his lack of sight.