Poem March 18, 1944 ISSUE

God's Child

EDNA ALYS HURLEY

My son, your country's call"To arms!" you've heard.Serene I send you forth:You have His Word.

I cannot walk your path.Nor hardships share;Yet I'll rejoice and knowThat God is there.

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