For children

My real home

I like our house.It's wide and tall.It won't let inthe rain at all.

But Daddy sayswe'll move away.I'm feeling sadso now I'll pray.It's hard to leave;still, I'm with God.(I couldn't leave Him—that would be odd.)

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Testimony of Healing
"A Little child shall lead them" (Isa. 11:6)
June 1, 1987
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