Sonnet: God Gives and Takes

Though poverty-bred, I am versatile,
And want to serve my Maker in great ways;
My thoughts of doing good are pulsatile;
I pray to God to give me better days.

I have done much and wish to do much more;
My labor’s futile if He says, ‘nay, no! ’
I wait for God to open one more door;
Against the devils’ current, I must row.

But I will wait for opportune moments;
Success can come only if God does bless;
And if denied, I shall have ‘no comments’!
He gives men gifts and takes away excess.

God, let me live and die in Thine harness,
The only way for my true happiness.

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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