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A precious life in human form,
God gave to me and said,
“Go forth ye man and tell all men,
I am the Lord, Thy God.”
When I look back on my past life,
A life that hath much sin,
I wish I were thus never born,
Amidst the human kin.
I warn myself, “Better improve,
What good deeds have I done? ”
’Tis better I do for God’s sake,
By praying without fun.
And on that day when God asks me,
“Why did you sin, my son? ”
I will have no excuses good,
In shame, I must just run.
But God is kind; I know His love:
For man He died on cross;
He made Heaven, a place of joy,
For good persons to pause.
A lovely Being Maker is
Who made earth and heaven!
He will reward men of good will:
To hell, He sends bad men.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-4-2000
Dr John Celes
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