Questions & Answers
"WHO did sin, this man or his parents, That he was born blind?" The disciples waited in silence The answer to find. For each one was seeing as sightless One blinded from birth; For each one was thinking in darkness Of dream of this earth.
BECAUSE God's law a law of progress is, Each swiftly passing year, each day, unfolds Unto perfection; and though hate and fear May find expression in the bitterness Of war and want; though baseless fear and dread Stalk specterlike abroad upon the earth, Gaunt witness to its needless misery; Still God is wholly good. His law supreme Encircles and upholds the universe.
THE smallest diamond gleams like rainbow fair, The meek pale moonstone opal-tinted glows; So does each healing thought and word and prayer, The myriad hues of Life and Love disclose. These are as polished stones, with grace imbued— Radiant with praise and sweet sincerity; Cherish these hidden gems with gratitude, That all mankind God's healing truth may see!
O LIFE , forever free from death, That cannot know disease or sin, Our eyes behold Thine upward way, Our feet with gladness enter in. O Truth, whose light shines bright and clear, Illumining the paths of men, Unto our troubled, anxious sense Restore Christ's seamless robe again.
Hitherto the Lord hath helped us As we faltered on life's way. Hitherto His arm hath held us; Can we doubt His love today? Hitherto hath Love sustained us— Let us not forget the years Filled with fruitage of His goodness; Grateful praise should heal our fears.
DOWN to the pool of Siloam I went, Groping my way. "Wash thee," said one, the Messiah, God-sent— I could but obey.
In fair, unchanging beauty lies The little Syrian sea, The shining water Jesus loved In far-off Galilee. The dawns still touch its waves with light And sunlight with its gold, While sunsets mirror flowerlike hues As in the days of old, When by its waves our Master taught The fatherhood of God, And on its surface, Love-upheld, His holy footsteps trod; Or when in evening's cooling breeze, And light of tender rose, He healed the thronging multitudes Of their dire earthly woes.
We ask not riches, fame, or ease, But rather, God, we ask that these Sweet graces of Thy gentleness Be ours to share and others bless: A grateful heart, humility, A song of joy and praise to Thee; A prayer that love our thoughts may fill And error's claims forever still; The tender word, the kindly hand, Forgiveness, peace, the strength to stand In Spirit's might; our trust to place In Truth, our steadfast dwelling place. We seek Christ's vision clear of Love, The healing light of Truth, above The mist of human dreams and strife, And in Love's vision we find Life.
I wakened with a song, My heart o'erflowing with the joy of Love. What matter if the day seemed dark and chill? I knew the sunshine of God's presence still Was shining on me from above.
Oh , great as she was, best of all our time, Mighty as tender, meek as she was wise, How can we pay our thanks to her who stood Alone upon the peak of her dark day, Questing the quiet worlds of brooding Love, Then spoke the word of waking to our vales; And those that slept in village, field, and street Lifted to walk with her upon the heights, To let Love's earliest rays their dreams destroy, Healing their sickness, giving dawn for dusk? We too can tread that spiritual track, Can on the dawn-illumined ridges walk, Kindling our torches at the light of Mind To rouse the dreamers from their doubt and heal The sorrow and the sickness and the sin, Earth's mindless shadows fleeing still the day; We too can claim the wonder of the morn, The miracle of His uprising sun, Dropping the mask for music, in that May, Knowing an endless summer for mankind. So let us journey, not as fainting, dull, Nor by the wayside weary or distressed, But in the glory of our new-found God Loosing the burdens, bearing still the joy, Seeing the city naught can take away; So let us journey with no staff but Soul, No scrip but meekness, and no coin but love, Lighting the world we tread but will not know, Lifting the eye turned earthward, piercing through Earth's monstrous mist until the dawn be day, And hiding place of all earth's lies be clean.