Seven Or Eleven In The Leaven Of Heaven Poem by John Sensele

I cast aside my pride
To etiquette I pledge to abide
Pins and sins I cast aside

With renewed reason
I determine to bless God's season
Whether I roam in reason or prison

For the sake of faith
I sacrifice my every breath
It matters if I suffer sin dearth

As long God's name I glorify
Every second his glory I magnify
Every Christian criterion I ought to satisfy

To move the cause of faith forward
As I strive to reap my deserved reward
Although fraud forces draw backward

Efforts I make
To diminish the mistake
I dismiss from the stake

I hold dear
Without any fear
Drawing far or near

The closer I draw to Heaven
At the count of seven or eleven
The more the Devil fries in the omnipotent oven.