When He Calls Me

by Ardith M. McBride

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    He may call me Helen Mary

    Or even chi naleen,*

    For I’m different from most children

    You have always seen.

    My hair is straight and shining

    Of very darkest hue.

    My eyes are like two deep dark pools,

    And my skin is soft brown too.

    At school they call me Indian,

    At church I’m Lamanite,

    Great-grandpa says we’re chosen,

    And I think they all are right.

    By whatever name He seeks me,

    It will matter not at all,

    For I’m my Heavenly Father’s child

    And I’ll answer to His call.

    Illustrated by Dick Brown

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    • chi naleen is Apache for “my girl.”