First Sonnet
(Iambic pentameter)
Another day is spent in HIS presence.
A joy to know all is as it should be.
No cares, for 'morrow, it is in HIS hands,
Lest I forget, HIS life is within me.
The love we share is not of this terrest.
A boundless stream of joy and forgiveness.
A gentle lover knows what I can take,
The bridegroom claims HIS wayward wife at last.
A dance eternal, glorious HIS name,
My LOVE, HE meets me, nothing is the same.
As time it wanes and fades beyond all time,
I know HIS LOVE perfectly completes mine.
HIS steps I follow, knowing HE will lead
me to HIS throne, behold no eye has seen!
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