From the October 15, 1938 issue of the Christian Science Sentinel
Home is the consciousness of good
That holds us in its wide embrace;
The steady light that comforts us
In every path our footsteps trace.
Our Father’s house has many rooms,
And each with peace and love imbued;
No child can ever stray beyond
The compass of infinitude.
Home is the Father’s sweet “Well done,”
God’s daily, hourly gift of grace.
We go to meet our brother’s need,
And find our home in every place.
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Perect for our prayers today.
This is a hymn In the newest Hymnal Supplement.
Exactly the poem I have been working with all day and sharing.
Perfect.
How lovely to awaken to these reassuring, treasured truths when so many friends appear to have lost their homes. This most welcome post started my day with a smile that will surely stay, as I cherish these truths throughout the day. Thank you for sharing. So grateful for the outpouring of love and prayers that continue to bless our community and the world.
This is so moving. Thank you.