Dr John Celes
Sonnet: A Good Christian’s Introspection
Why be the fruitless fig-tree by the way,
When Christ has made me branch of His good vine?
The Lord nourishes me with grace each day;
I’m trimmed to grow with better fruits divine!
To follow Christ is Christians’ duty first;
About my earthly wants, I’ll not bother;
Ready to bear my cross for Jesus Christ,
I’ll carry it for my own sake, neighbour!
What love the Father God above displayed,
When He offered His only Son on cross!
By temporal strife, should I be ev’r dismayed,
When I must live for Christ – a better cause?
To live and die for Christ is my one aim!
I must return to Heav’n from whence I came!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 28-05-2013
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