Questions & Answers
Weighed down by fear, in deep despair, I cried, "Oh, Father, heal me of my sore distress," And waited; But my answer did not come. When after long, dark days, at length I learned That God sees only that which He has made, And calls it good, Was not my answer there? He sees no evil, therefore ill is not, Has never been, for God is ever All, And I His child, His image, pure, complete.
Teach me to trust as I should trust My Father's loving care. Teach me to know where'er I go My Father leads me there.
HOW steadfast is the Love divine That heals our hearts today! For ever present is the Mind That answers when we pray. Down through the years, Midst joys or tears, Love's law sustains alway.
I HEARD a song of birds at break of day, Voices and hearts combined in joyous lay. With love and self-forgetfulness The happy songsters did express Glad praise and thanks to God, their strength and stay.
GOD does not give us just a few Sweet drops of life like morning dew, Then dash the goblet to the floor, Just as we plead with Him for more. Our Father cannot be unkind, For He is Love and Life and Mind; And when we hear and heed His call, We find that He has given all.
ANGRY I clamored at the golden gate Of Love. "Look now, O Love," I said, "and see; Look at the chaos, suffering, fear, and hate! Can you not end it, O great Majesty?" No answer came from that far-distant sky.
THE glowing sun sinks low beyond the hill, Flushing with transient rose the upper air, The darkening woods afar stand hushed and still, And bird and beast to nature's rest repair, While gently, its appointed place to fill, Comes in the quiet tide the evening peace to share. On scenes like these, of old, the Master's eye Might oft have rested as he took his way, After long hours of loving ministry, Into the solitudes, alone, to pray— To drink deep draughts of heavenly harmony, And peace and power renew in Soul's reviving ray.
Lamp of my feet that lights the way That I must surely go Among the maze of error's claims, Thy steady beams aglow Will e'er reveal to me the good And cause me right to know. Lamp of my thought, uplifting me In Soul's protecting might, Enable me the good to choose And in its ways delight, So error's claims will melt away As wrong gives place to right.
AT sunrise on some gallant day, Fling out no billowing flag for me! I would not see Your scarlet balconies, nor hear The plaudits of the roaring streets; I would climb up my secret stair And count the flowering moments of my days, How mercy came to me, and quiet peace, And love, for ease. And when the tired city lay at rest, The banners folded and the music gone, And the last lingering sparrow found its home, How swift I'd turn To place my hands, my two hands, Lord, in Thine Lest praise should do me harm.
WHEN shadows seem to cross my path, I can be still and feel God's presence, ever infinite, His love and truth, that heal The error that would dim my sight, Or make my footsteps slow. I can be still, 0 Love divine, I can be still, and know!