Poem January 3, 1948 Issue

ONE WITH GOD

Muriel E. Woodruff

When the boy David ran,
at God's command,
To meet him who had
terrorized the land,
He did not quail,
Fearing to face the giant
lest he fail.
He did not flee,
But cried, "The Lord—
He will deliver me."
Then did the youth
Prove the invincibility of Truth.

Hear David's words:
"The battle is the Lord's."

Muriel E. Woodruff

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