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Poem June 10, 1991 Issue

Is it too late to be God's child?

Moira Hudson

I thought I had to be of little years to be Your child;
I thought that I had missed it as I didn't know You then.

But now I find You know no years—
You made us "in the beginning";
And I begin to see
What we each will always be—

Your own blessed, innocent child.

Moira Hudson

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