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.

by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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