Questions & Answers
O goodman of the house where Jesus came With his disciples on that holy day, The Passover to keep, how great your joy When at your house the Master chose to stay! I wonder if you knew, when you prepared That upper room and furnished it with care, That he who could discern the thoughts of men Would find one day a sanctuary there! He may have known that sweet humility, Faith, love, and gratitude sincere and deep Had filled your heart, and thus had made your home A hallowed place, the Passover to keep. A simple story—yet to thought illumed, Profound with meaning.
Help me, dear God, that I forget The piercing sting of every thorn, The darkest night without a star, Ingratitude and idle scorn. Help me, dear God, lest I forget Thy blessings given from day to day, True friends reflecting Love divine, Whose words bring cheer along the way.
Father, when dawns the day in seeming sadness— Shadows around, and fondest hopes depressed— Lift Thou our thoughts to find in Thee new gladness; Calmed by Thy love reflected—healed and blessed. No grief can wound the heart on Truth relying; No sickness quench the wholeness Truth makes clear.
Sometimes beneath a desert tree One sits in deepest gloom and night, When lo! an angel touches him, And bids him go to Horeb height. On Horeb, waiting patiently, Yet scarcely hoping to rejoice, Above the earthquake, fire, and wind, He hears in awe the "still small voice.
We are not losing anything When leaves desert the trees, With every passing breeze; They are but making way for spring, When fresh, green leaves on opening Will spread new canopies. When outgrown concepts slip away We feel no loss of good, Because we know they should Make room for those that lend each day Their fresh, new vigor, that they may Inspire true humanhood.
What is this healing message of the Christ? The nearness, the omnipotence of Love; The harmony, the Godlikeness of man; God's justice, Love beneath, around, above!
Oh , Love divine! In Thy sweet fires refining Even the gold of human hope and aim, Oh, perfect Love, all good for all designing, Even as Jacob, let me change my name. I too would strive until there breaks the light In which he saw the man whom Love had made.
God has a plan. In Mind it has its place, Fixed, sure, serene.
Teach me the meaning of life, dear Lord; Teach me to do my part. Show me the reason for work, dear Lord; Give me a loving heart.
How vain, how dark, seemed human understanding! The needs of flesh, the fear of the unknown, Pressed like the smother of a fog down drifting; The stars had vanished and I stood alone! But Love reminded me of my possession, That all God's promises were mine today; Like Christian, then, I used my key and hastened From Giant Despair to the King's Highway. And there drew near a gentle, unseen presence; God's message, as an angel, came to me.