Sonnet: Life's Crosses
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Dr John Celes
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Life's crosses seem to grow heavier each day;
It looks to be a mammoth one at times;
My fettered hands can only try to pray;
O God, do usher in some better climes.
How long must I this ignominy feel?
My days on earth are dreary, gloomy still;
And slippery is ground under my heel;
My mind and heart appears so very ill!
I'm then reminded of the cross Christ bore!
His burden being light - the wearied come;
Kneel down and pray from heart until its sore;
All temptations, the Lord had overcome.
The cross that Jesus carried beckons us;
Our Savior has removed all kinds of curse!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-09-2017
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