Poem April 1, 1996 Issue

Freedom

Janis H. Kitchin

I can truly only know and be
what my heavenly Father thinks of me.

His thoughts of me? Pure, inviolate;
I am His child, immaculate.

I walk with Him and I am blessed;
conceived by Mind, as Love expressed.

Fettered by no idolatry,
no chains, no bounds—God's man is free.

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