Sonnet: Test Not God’s Patience

Sometimes, we play with Eternal fire! Some souls get scorched; some succumb to the burns; Yet, some escape to play with blaze higher, Until the day comes for their funeral urns. Each time we sin, ’tis God who us rescues; How grateful to the Maker, we must be! When sin’s voltage turns high, lapses heart’s fuse; The soul suffers now graceless malady. The God of compassion ignores us not; He gives His chances to repent for sins; He does not send us to the ‘blazing-pot’; He loves all souls that He created, since. Man tests God’s mercy, infinite for long; Can’t turn deaf ears to his ‘sin-drowning’ song. 9-10-2002