Christian Sonnet III

And one for the weekend:

III:


Is there a god like you oh God above
That gives unceasing to us all below
How can you have for us such boundless love
And then upon us all this love bestow
You guide us in the paths that stretch ahead
Though sometimes we don't always know the why
And sometimes we might try our way instead
Still when we fail you're always standing by
We all go through the days where faith is tried
And sometimes we might think that you aren't there
You let us go our way but never hide
You wait until we come to you in prayer
You're ever present, full of love and grace
And mercy always for the human race

Another Follow-up to The Habit

So if you look back a bit, you'll find a couple of posts dedicated to my overcoming oversleeping by snoozing my alarm clock. I succeeded in spades, but now, I ran up against another problem. I get up bright and early to come into work because I prefer to get these things over with to move on. Well, I get here early and don't always take the hour lunch. In fact, I cut my lunches short because...well, I want to. At work, there is a limit to how much overtime you can get, but I should remain here at my desk until at least 3:30. That is the expectation.

Due to my efficiency thanks to the overcoming of the habit, I am not only looking at passing my overtime limit now, but I'm only on the first week of the pay period. So, I absolutely must take an hour lunch today, and I have to leave by 3:00.

Oh, the woes and problems I face....

Random Sonnet II

Here is a sonnet in response to the first random sonnet and my clever notion that nothing rhymes with orange. Some people on Facebook thought they'd be clever, so I responded with this:

II:

So when I posted sonnet patterns here
I talked about an orange and of its rhyme
I thought I used the knowledge that is clear
But then I hear my clever joke's a crime
The first to hit the comments was a hinge
And then a lozenge went and hit the list
If rhymed with one of those then one may cringe
For I confess imperfect rhymes I missed
But everyone's a critic, that I know
Cause when you post a thing, you know there's talk
It's not too solemn, just a little show
I'm flattered that you watched me like a hawk
But still I guess I got the meter right
Since no one said iambic got a slight