Above Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

'ABOVE'


For you will leave this world and all is vain,
Without God, life has no significance
Those earthly riches give your soul no gain
Pleasures below have little importance.
For one day in this place, we'll bid goodbye
And we all creatures will turn to dust,
The death shall come and the mourners shall cry;
Nothing is permanent and all will last.
Thus, we must learn how to value our days
And worship the Creator of Mankind,
To do His will and walk upon his ways,
A faithful heart and a spiritual mind.
Oh, we must set our affection above:
The God Divine whom we all ought to love.



© MACA.T.A.
# 1,484
10 July 2016
9: 57 p.m.
Poetry for the Lord,
(Shakespearean Sonnet Form)