Questions & Answers
When Thy voice, so gently pleading, Murmurs, Come to me, Oh, may we, no other heeding, Father, turn to Thee! When the mists of error, drifting, Seem to hide Thy face, May Thy words, the darkness rifting, Lift us to the place Where we see our own true being, Ever one with Thine; See ourselves as Thou art seeing, Hear Thee say, Thou'rt Mine!
As Moses stood at dawn with outstretched hand Upon the summit of the great divide That separated wilderness from wide And fertile valleys of a promised land, He prayed to God his weary, wayworn band Of wanderers would lay their sins aside, In order that they might in peace abide Forever subject to the Lord's command. We stand at dawn upon a mountain's height And gaze across a promised land today, While in the growing glow of truth and light Our Leader points and designates the way.
Make of me, Lord, a better builder now, And as I build my temple show me how To place each brick or stone as it should be To make it flawless, and to make it free From all defects in workmanship. And, Lord, Show me Thy plans, so that I may accord.
I waken from my dream of night, To find Love ever near; When all around is calm and still, Love's hand is with me here. All sense of doubt and fear departs, As in Love's light I see The radiance of a risen dawn— Love's glory shines on me.
Through Love's benevolence we wake to know God's saving presence, power, and purity, And see the Christ, Truth, heal—as long ago— With like compassion and sincerity. May all mankind share in this gift anew, And climb the pathway up His holy hill— To glimpse the clearer, higher, Christlike view That heals, inspires, and conquers human will.
Tread softly in this house of prayer And let the heart, at last aware Of Spirit's presence, humbly kneel; Let holy visions cleanse and heal The weary sense, until thou rise, Peaceful and penitent and wise. Let understanding bless the heart, And let the Comforter impart The consciousness of Life divine, Forever folding thee and thine.
The thoughts of God flow unconfined, Expressed in goodness every day; They will companion where they find An open heart to bid them stay. And where they sojourn, there they bless, And radiate a light benign.
O Father-Mother God, 'tis Thee I seek, Help me to hear Thy voice before I speak. And, let the way to Thee be slow or fast, Help me to face each day and leave the past.
Watch! for He comes to you! Maybe at midnight, when your questing soul Is sick with hope deferred and peace is gone, You'll hear that quickening voice — "Rise, you are whole. " Or at cock-crowing, like the star that shone In the Far East, that beckoning wonder light, Herald of peace on earth, of hope and bliss, He'll come.
Absalom stole the heart of Israel: Why should he not? Beautiful was he And without blemish, the fairest lamb of the flock: And, when he stole the heart of Israel, He stole also his father David's heart. David loved beauty even when it had betrayed him: So, deep in grief at Mahanaim's gates, He waited for some word of Absalom.