I am not the brood of dust and sod,
Nor a shuttled thread in the loom of fate;
But the child Divine of the living God,
With eternity my life's estate.
I am not a sport of cosmic night,
Nor a thing of chance that has grown to man;
But a deathless soul on my upward flight,
And my Father's heir in His wondrous plan.
- Alva Romanes
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