Questions & Answers
"The peace of God, which passeth all understanding, shall keep your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. "— Philippians 4:7.
Behold, the world is filled with golden grain, But in God's work the laborers are few. Why all this idleness, and lack, and fear? There's work for each and every one to do.
The Love divine that meets my need today Is boundless, knowing neither time nor place, And big enough to heal the whole world's woe; For Love, impartial, points the loving way! And all who walk with Love, triumphant go, With radiant peace reflected in each face.
In this sweet, sacred place there dwelleth peace, Quelling the tumult of the restless thought— A peace dynamic, active, God-assured, Breaking as light, resistless, yet unsought. Here will I rest awhile beside the way, And dwell upon the lovely things of Soul— All that is real and permanent and sure— And know myself and all in God's control.
Who would within the precincts walk Of Spirit's sheltered ground; Who would have share in heaven's peace And in its light abound, If he deny the false beliefs Of erring human sense, And know but good, and good alone, Will find a sure defense.
When the pearl and rose of dawnlight Softly steal across the sky, Ushering in the day's bright glory, Let us know that God is nigh. May we look to Him for wisdom All our happy way to guide, Keeping us through sunlit hours Ever closely by His side.
Come ye apart and rest awhile, Drink of wisdom's well. Your soul with righteousness inspire, And Christ with you will dwell.
Create in me a heart that's clean, Wind-swept and purified; Emptied of insincerity, Of hate, and foolish pride. Search me, O God, and know my thoughts; May they reflect Thy light, Soaring on wings of joyous song As birds in tireless flight.
Such time as we are envious of others, Marking their forward steps with loveless gaze; Such time as we regard our brothers' efforts With wishful dreaming or idolatrous praise, Were rightly spent in our own elevation; Each ill, each fault surmounted has begun To win for us that blessed commendation Our Master told us of—the sweet, "Well done. ".
Why gather much and fear tomorrow's losses? Each day the manna falls. There is no lack.