Saturday, October 2, 2010

Sonnet 001

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More than once, I have questioned Your judgment.

Not a quiet child I am, but a fool.

How I stood humbly for Your assessment.

Once more, you took a rebel for a tool.

Never can I ever deserve Your love –

Your name, too sacred for my sinful mouth,

impure, undivine servant you will have,

filthy earth, who can never keep an oath.

Hence, patiently you waited for this child.

Not to grow wiser but, to see the truth;

To preserve audacity and not to hide;

And give compassion for those who are hurt:

Yet at times, this child, a coward servant.

Here You remain still, Your heart filled with trust.

(c) Phoenix Montoya @ October 2, 2010

'For the loving and forgiving Father'