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Sonnet: My Strategy

The more and more troubles come to me, God,
The more and more, fervently will I pray;
And I’ll expose the devil’s utter fraud,
And never will I succumb to its way.

And when the devil grips my soul tighter,
The grace of god will come to rescue me;
My Angel Guardian will be my fighter;
He’ll keep my soul pure for Eternity.

Thou wilt be pleased with my perseverance;
My love for Thee will grow stronger with time;
There wilt then grant me my deliverance;
My earthly-life will turn forev’r sublime.

Thus, let me hold onto Thee God forev’r!
Nothing can my love for Thee ever sev’r.

7-13-2002

poem by John Celes
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