Questions & Answers
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.
How much we owe to those brave Hebrew captives Who dared keep faith in mighty Babylon, Refused the royal fare of self-indulgence, To serve, without defilement, God alone! They would not bow before the golden image, Their faith had risen to a purer joy, Undaunted by the seven times heated furnace, That proudest boast of evil to destroy. They fell down bound into that flaming madness, But found their bonds dissolved like empty air; Nor e'en the smell of smoke had passed upon them, Because the Son of God walked with them there.
Passed by a blinded man Reaching out gropingly, Danger on every side, Hands held beseechingly! "Oh, all ye passers-by, Ye who have eyes to see, Will ye not stretch a hand To such as me?" Are we the passers-by? Shall we not heed that cry? "Go heal the sick for Me; Love came and gave thee light, Pass on that gift of sight; Set those blind footsteps right. Thus as ye do to Mine, Ye do to Me.