Sonnet: God’s the Boss

God gives the worst sinner, enough chances
To quit his evil ways of life- Repent;
But if man doesn’t cease his devil’s dances,
To Hell’s furnace, he will be surely sent.

God is our loving, kind but strict Master!
He does not wish to lose a single soul;
Than the fastest devil, He is faster,
To guide the wayward person to his goal.

All men are equal ’fore the eyes of God;
His judgment is but the fairest of all;
To men of goodwill, Heaven’s His Abode;
His divine plans, no one can ever stall.

God shed His blood for sinners- on a Cross!
No one is ’yond His redemption- He’s Boss.

6-3-2001

poem by John Celes
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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