Questions & Answers
In the land where Jesus wandered Stand the same strong hills he knew, And above the sunlit landscape Stretches the same vault of blue. Still the dawn comes stealing softly O'er the lake on which he trod, Touching with a rose-lit radiance Mountains where he talked with God.
God's angels,—pure, exalted, holy thoughts Of Truth and Love,—I feel thy presence here, And shades of ignorance and darkness flee; For in Love's radiance there can be no fear. When human sense would doubt the strength and power Of Truth's great might to heal, and ask to see The proof of victory won, dear gratitude, Thou angel-guest, with joy I cling to thee, And thank my Father for the truth unseen, That man, forever perfect, whole and free, Is now at-one with God—hath ever been Love's pure reflection, yea, shall ever be! Then white-winged thoughts of faith and trust bring peace, With beauteous beams of light to guide and cheer; While patience waits her perfect work to prove The fact that God is Life, and Life is here; And man, at-one with God, the perfect Mind, Reflects that Life, sustained by Truth and Love.
When waiting Magi saw the star That shone above our Lord, And shepherds heard the angels sing In heavenly accord, How few there were who saw that light And followed where it led; Not many, with the hymn of praise And peace, were comforted! Oh, let us ever faithful be To watch and work and pray, That we may see the light of Truth, And follow in the way. Then shall we hear that same refrain, And echo it each day, Till all the world awakes to see That Christ is here alway.
Wisemen of old looked for the shining star, For prophecy and promises fulfilled; Then song of angels sounded through the night The birth of Jesus Christ: their quest was stilled. Have you a hungering heart that longs to know The truth that frees us from the senses' sway? Then angels whisper, through your faith, to you The healing truth, that Christ is here to-day.
Oh , let the infant thought serene and pure, Clad in white garments, glistering and bright, Untarnished by the mist of senses false, Be borne on wings as bird in upward flight Far, far above all earthly doubt and fear, Where only purity and love appear. Teach me to give my every thought to Thee, A captive led, in bonds of Truth and Love; To mount still higher o'er the senses' thrall, Each aspiration winged to reach above; To yield my heart's desire and prayer to Thee, And listen only when Thou speak'st to me.
Behold , God sends an angel. Him obey! To guide thee and to keep thee in the way, To bring thee to the place prepared each day— The place prepared for thee: Watch thou and pray.
Thou art the Way, dear Christ, by which we walk! A thorny way to sense, yet strewn with flowers For those who falter not, nor turn aside In search of broader paths and heedless hours. Thou art the vine, and we the branches are.
The oil of gladness let me bring, Despite the voice of strife, To solace with its Christly gift The woes of human life. Let charity command my lips And give them gentle speech, With warmth and love and quietude The troubled hour to reach.
Tune our ears to hear the symphony of Soul; Train our eyes to see the grandeurs of each day; Be every thought-touch gentle, that the whole Of life be voiced in a love-sweet roundelay. Let joy's perfume be scattered in the world abroad, The excellence of wisdom grace dissent or nod, Truth's beauty be upon us which we praise and laud, And Love, the all-harmonious, be known—our God.
We long for wings! Self, weary of a sense that clings To dust, and all material things,, Rebels at limitation; then We long for wings. We have our wings—God-given, free; Unfurled, they reach eternity.