Did Jesus ever say he was the Son of God?

May I ask if you are indeed the Son of God? 

Is it all true what is said of you, and were you born before you appeared on earth? 

As I asked this question, the flowers around Jesus nodded their beautiful heads and the air emitted a delicious odour. 

Yes! child, as all (wo)men who do the work of their Father in Heaven. 

No father on earth claimed me as his own, and in the poetical language of my country, I was the child of God. 

In all ages, the priests have put forth claimants of heavenly birth. Inspired by spirits, they have selected the best tools they could find to propagate a belief in Immortality. 

I was not an impostor—

I was inspired of God, but the priests, my early instructors, hoped to inspire me to raise up an earthly kingdom, rebel against the government and rouse my people to strike off the Roman chains that thralled them. 

But the Kingdom I was inspired to raise was a spiritual one. 

Our people were in bondage to Mosaic laws, more galling than the Roman chains because they had lost the Spirit of those laws and had become externalists. 

They taught that the Father of the Universe delighted in the sacrifice of bulls and goats, forgetting that Moses had instituted sacrificial ceremonies to teach them to be generous, and that what they best valued, their herds and their corn, should be devoted to elevate their spiritual natures. 

So blind were these blind leaders of the blind that they taught that the Sabbath was for the especial use of this cruel God, and watched whether I would heal the sick on that day that they might accuse me of breaking God's Law. 

Let every day be a Sabbath with thee, O my Father! and bring rest and peace and harmony to the whole earth, cried Christ, stretching out his arms in benediction, and as he spoke, his breath seemed to warm up the distant earth, and a mellow glow spread over the whole face of the globe. 

The air was filled with music from human voices, stringed instruments and wind instruments, and the whole of Nature, thrilling me with wondrous joy, as though the millennium were come.