Sonnet: On God

'Strange are the ways of God, 'None can forecast'; The unseen Master of the Universe; He knew the present, future and the past; Despite all afflictions, no one should curse. God plays chess with a billion at a time; And none can challenge him, nor ever win; He calls the weather changes and each clime; He can redeem man from all mortal sin. God is the embodiment of all love; The fountain-Spring that can never go dry; All things on earth are decided above; God knows each heart and every Being’s cry. How can we fail to serve our Master, God? Because of whom we came, our only Lord.