How great one can become depends
On choice of God and grace;
While blessing from heaven descends,
We toil with pleasant face.
There is no time to feel jealous
Of others in high rungs;
We persevere and act zealous,
And praise God with our lungs.
God made the earth as only place
For man to live with ease;
He made by love the human race,
And wants it live in peace.
But devils have a score with God
To settle, but cannot;
God created hell as their rod,
Which they can’t change as lot.
The devils tempt souls go stray
By dubious, devious lies;
God listens when a man does pray
And lives aright, and dies.
The greatness that we get on earth
Can vanish anytime;
Your greatness God destines at birth,
To reach in any clime.
So, toil for greatness God bestows
In after-life for man;
We have to walk in righteous course;
With grace of God, we can.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-07-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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