Poem April 17, 1948 Issue

CHILD OF GOD

Oma Olna Martin

I am the perfect child of God;
He has decreed it so,
And nought can my perfection mar,
Though eons come and go.

The Word of God reveals true self.
In Life's irradiant day
Man stands untouched by changing time,
By failure or decay.

I am the perfect child of God,
Unblemished, pure, and free;
Perfection is my heritage
Now and eternally.

Oma Olna Martin

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