Questions & Answers
Who says man cannot hear the voice of God! To-day He talked with me when all was still. He bade me cease from selfishness and ease, And humbly strive to do His gracious will.
Hold fast! The truth has been declared, Now stand; The Father-Mother God is close At hand. Be still, and rest in confidence Serene; Where you are now, Love evermore Has been.
The swift suppression of each idle word, The casting out of every worthless thought, Declaring good when evil would be heard, Obedient to the vision Christ hath brought, In higher consciousness of Love to live, Surrendering more to Truth, which maketh free, Until our earthly all for God we give — This is fulfillment, this the victory!
There's joy in the radiant morning, And in the sunshine's gold, Joy in the dew-washed meadows, And blossoms that unfold. Joy in the lilting bird songs That gratefully arise, Joy in watching fleecy clouds Sailing across blue skies.
Across the heavens' endless space The rainbow arch of promise comes, Encompassing, complete, and comforting. Rimmed with the red of vibrant love It glows through orange into golden joy, And on through green of pure, unfolding life Into the blue of constancy and peace That fuses into royal violet.
Jesus to his disciples said, I call you friends: And Abraham was called the "Friend of God. " A word of beauty, full of grace, is friend.
A fog blew in from the sea, and gray And lowering grew the sky. But through The gloom a flashing song like a ray Of light, a bird's clear song was heard.
"The night is dark!" "Nay, child, there is no night, Love's ray shines ever, illumining the way; Our Father-Mother God, He is thy light, So shall the darkness seem as clear as day. Awake from false beliefs, look upward nor repine, Pillar of cloud by day, of fire by night, is thine.
What is our Church? A habitation pure Which, set apart From all the cares and worries of the heart, A refuge is; for all our ills a cure. Where is our Church? In consciousness divine Where perfect Mind, Serene and sure with Truth and Love entwined, The Builder is, of structure fair and fine.
Naaman hears the prophet's word, Dip thyself in Jordan's wave; Seven times thou shalt go down; So thy cleanness thou shalt save. Nay, but Naaman will not stoop In the dull descending stream: Abana, winding bright and sweet Over many pleasant stones, Pharpar, wide and warm and fleet— These alone shall lave his feet! Still he hears the prophet's word, Wash in Jordan seven times; Wash, and cleanness thou shalt know.