Poem September 26, 1977 Issue

OCCUPATION

Donald Rain Adams

I could never be a mortal.
They asked: What will you be
When you're a man?
When?
Don't they know? I'm about the business
Of my Father.
I take my cue from Him.
He's the I am. I am with Him.

I could never be a mortal.
New birth confers a much more positive profession.
Within the Father's perfect plan
We radiate as wholly His rendition,
Outlined
As His own will is echoed
In the purpose of His man.

I could never be a mortal.
My Father saw to that.
His love for me immortal,
My life a perfect fit.
He wouldn't let me fail—
I'm representing Him.
Perfection is His scale,
My life's the song of it.

Donald Rain Adams

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