Poem January 24, 1959 ISSUE

PRE-EXISTENCE

Job 38:7

Winifred Brown King

I was with Him then,
His beloved son,
When the morning stars
Sang in unison,
And the sons of God
Shouted for joy,
"Praise be to our Maker";
This was their cry.

He was pleased with me then
And ever shall be,
Throughout the whole
Of eternity.

Winifred Brown King

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