All English Sonnets
Convinced that He has made me, given birth,
With purpose and promise and potential,
And in this over populated Earth,
My coming was required and essential.
I toiled endlessly and also trolled,
With cymbals, in HIS praise chanted hymns,
His omniscient person, I extolled,
Through dedicated, consented rhymes.
He took me through the burning forge of life,
I continued to toil unfeigned,
And my conviction has not ever sagged,
Despite the derivations in His fief.
O! I am, in his fief well-installed,
Till I am, by Him, to Himself recalled.