Italian Sonnet: Vices, Virtues, Man And God Poem by Dr John Celes

Italian Sonnet: Vices, Virtues, Man And God



The good we do are fewer than the bad;
The bad we do becomes a habit fast;
Our vices seem a mountain of the past;
Alas! Adults thus grow from lass and lad.
The modern world can make us almost mad;
In sin and problems, we are always cast;
The past can look so awry and aghast;
Our fewer virtues only make us glad.

Yet, God is patient with our trespasses;
Our loving God is merciful to core;
His heart of kindness rains on us His grace;
He knows the heart of man has weaknesses;
To sinners, He opens a newer door;
He loves all souls He made and must embrace!

Thursday, June 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: spiritual
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Most lovingly dedicated to Rev. Fr. A. Dhanraj St. Britto Church, Cbe
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-06-2016
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