|Simplified Scientific Christianity|
If there be good in that I wrought
Thy Hand compelled it, Master, Thine-
Where I have failed to meet Thy Thought
I know, through Thee, the blame was mine.
One instant's toil to Thee denied
Stands all Eternity's offense.
Of that I did with Thee to guide,
To Thee, through Thee, be excellence.
The depth and dream of my desire,
The bitter paths wherein I stray-
Thou knowest Who hast made the Fire,
Thou knowest Who hast made the Clay.
Who, lest all thought of Eden fade,
Bring'st Eden to the craftsman's brain—
Godlike to muse o'er his own Trade
And manlike stand with God again!
One stone the more swings into place
In that dread Temple of Thy worth.
It is enough that, through Thy Grace,
I saw nought common on Thy Earth.
Take not that vision from my ken—
Oh, whatso'er may spoil or speed.
Help me to need no aid from men
That I may help such men as need!
— Rays from the Rose Cross Magazine, March/April, 1996
Contemporary Mystic Christianity
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