Sonnet: The Most Trustworthy Is God
My body you can kill may be, not soul,
And hand it over to my enemies!
You evil men hound me from pole to pole;
God helps me speak and gives me mental peace.
My friend could me betray who is dear-most;
Though persecuted, God is my refuge;
I fear no man or evil-mind or ghost;
God shelters me somewhere on earth so huge!
My hairs are counted by my Creator;
I love to walk in His cross’ shadow;
He is my loving Father and Mentor;
My life to Him alone, I surely owe.
And die, I will an upright man someday!
With God as Friend and Guide and Light and Way.