Alva Romanes
November 04, 2005
I am not the brood of the dust and sod, nor a shuttled thread in the loom of fate; But the child Divine of the living God, with eternity for my life’s estate. I am not a sport of a 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.