Poem September 7, 1946 Issue

God's Child

A. MARTHA DAVIS

I cannot be God's child and be afraid.
No terror from imagination made,
Created out of dust or breathless clay,
Can cause my feet to turn, my soul to sway.

This truth was taught me as I humbly prayed:
I am my Father's child and unafraid.

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