To Change Man’s Heart Is Tough For Man Poem by Dr John Celes

The things I do for others’ sake,
They don’t ever deserve;
The love they show to me is fake,
And warns me to not serve.

The more I try to be honest,
The more they cheat and lie;
The more I try to do my best,
They sin until they die.

I wear no mask upon my face;
I try to talk the truth;
They keep me in a maze and haze,
And speak of me untruth.

Oh, what a wretched clan I lead!
Did I then waste my time?
The fruit depends on kind of seed,
On soil and upon clime.

The more I try to condescend,
They more they take a ride;
The more I show kindness and bend,
They do things malafide.

Good advice to them goes unheard;
Good examples, unseen;
At times, they are like wild a herd;
Some always thus have been.

My changing tries most go in vain;
Despair afills my heart;
The few who are a boon turn bane,
Although I do my part.

Has world become berserk and bad?
Should I abandon place?
Should I give up good things I had,
Discontinue the race?

Three-quarters of my span is gone;
One-fourth is left behind;
A few with golden aims get born,
But strife upsets their mind.

Yet, I can’t give up now with ease,
With work in life half-done;
But I need money, mental peace,
And timely rain and sun.

My faith in God is tested much;
I pray whenev’r I can;
The Lord must give the Midas touch
To change the heart of man.

But God has stood by me so well;
My hope in Him does stay;
The good I do, just time will tell,
On God-announced D-day!

My feats accomplished are galore;
The good is like a mound;
Good words of mine will turn downpour;
The people, then astound!

God knows how well I obey Him;
I go by His commands;
I am not scared when life turns grim,
Or found in alien lands.

My Maker is my Master one;
Money is not my choice;
I love the Father’s only Son;
In Him, I will rejoice.

All change of hearts is done by God;
His grace must touch each heart;
May God rescind His anger, rod
On all till they depart.

O God, usher a better world!
The skies are scary dark;
The hearts of men have turned quite cold;
Time for a Noah’s Ark?

Hate has replaced love for all life;
Pride takes a foremost place;
Undeterred stay more souls in strife;
Sinful remains their pace.

Is the end of times O God?
Is Armageddon on?
Is it the coming of the Lord
Again when cold turns sun?

The final battle of bad, good
Must come as per God’s plan;
Prepare his soul, every man should
In his given life-span.

To change man’s heart is tough for man;
The spark must come from God;
Only the grace of Maker can
Save souls, spare them from rod..