Poem May 21, 1960 ISSUE

DAWNING SONSHIP

Judith S. Malen

Father, I'm afraid!
My child, draw near.
I need so much Your aid.
I am always here.
I feel an outcast, lone.
My son, "I AM";
You are My very own— My child, My lamb!

Judith S. Malen

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