Sonnet: The Patient God

The food they eat is poison to my gut; It looks so appetizing and tasty; They need that food to grow up smartly but I have to live with my food-allergy! Their flowers’ smell does cause a wheeze in me; Perfumes do hurt my nose and lungs also; Nevertheless, my daughters look pretty; Young girls just love to wear such flowers, Oh! Many a thing that others do does hurt; The sins we do offend Almighty God; Erasing grace, it fills the soul like dirt; Estranged from God, we could receive His rod. The Son of God who suffered on the cross, Still loves to have us all, without a loss!