Questions & Answers
I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence Cometh my help. —Psalms 121:1 My eyes are on the hills, False sense melts fast away.
My Father, God, help me, I pray, To climb the steep and rugged way With footstep firm and courage fine, To rest my willing hand in Thine And joyous mount the upward way. O Mother, God, help me to see That brooding Love rests over me; Let me be swift in word and deed To meet with love my brother's need, Because Thy grace encircles me! Dear Father-Mother, God, no fear Can overtake my journey here.
Awakened sons of God, behold the light That calls you home and quells the sense of loss. When truth has been revealed our fears take flight— Become as dreams indeed, and count as dross.
Though it tarry, it will come, Vision infinite and pure, God-sent light to guide men home, Love's protection, safe and sure. Tarry though the vision may, Wait for it and do not weep.
No barn, no storehouse, have they for their goods, No place for treasure, but God feedeth them. The eternal Father careth for His own, He knows their needs, their many human needs, And pitiful, He comforts them that grieve.
Be ye thankful, Christian host, For heard above the raging storm That would embrace the stricken earth The voice of Love wakes true and warm. Thankful be that joy and hope And quiet haven wait for all Who turn away from tents of woe To hear and heed the Master's call.
When I am tempted, God, to think Or speak a word unkind, Help me to purify my thought, And evil motives bind With words of love and helpfulness That show the way of Mind. When I am tempted, God, to spurn The sinner by the way, Help me to down self-righteousness; Enable me, I pray, To help the fallen one to stand And walk the Christly way.
Sweet sacred place, the Sunday school, Where budding thoughts unfold to new And higher steps to God. Oh, may we work in this dear place Reflecting patience, love, and grace.
Behold the Christ— Before the door of consciousness Stands Truth, an ever-present light, Revealing all the blessedness Of Love, as man's eternal right. Receive the Christ— Forgetting shadows too long viewed, Accept the true, be now a son Reflecting all the Father's good: So prove that God and man are one.
A voice cried in the wilderness of doubt: "Awake, awake, my child! Prepare the way, The highway of your God. " I heard the shout, And lifted drowsy eyelids to the day That shone in growing splendor on my sight, Revealing loveliness I never knew, For, wrapped within my brooding dreams of night, My way was weary and my friends were few.