A thousand sonnets I could write,
Proclaiming joy, peace, love,
Yet when I meet death's darkest night,
I ask, 'Are these enough? '
Though I might give my earthly home
And contents there within,
Such time from Earth I'm forced to roam,
I ask, 'What of my sin? '
If single I remain to be,
Unwed, no hope, no strife,
No love for all eternity,
I ask, 'What use is life? '
Yet if I use that life for Christ,
For His sake not for mine,
Will God bless all I've sacrificed?
I ask, 'God grant a sign...'
If I resist temptations sent
And set myself apart,
To walk the path that Jesus went,
I ask, 'God guard my heart.'
Too many saints have fallen short,
Lost blessings here and there,
Because Christ is my central thought,
I ask, 'Lord, hear my prayer...'
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