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A Lovely Gem That Turned From Darkest Coal


A wretched bond which all my life had borne
My sin I love and own, alas owns me
Deceitful heart that love these chains and thorns
Unsacred ties that binds, how may I flee?

Then suddenly at dawn my dungeon breaks
Fresh wounds I see on pierced hands stretched down
From darkness he my poor, dead soul did take
That from my temples fell sin’s hollow crown. 

Down deep within the chambers of my soul
From my disgraceful state, a prize he found
Like lovely gem that turned from darkest coal 
A true desire to praise with sweetest sound 

   Much rather would I from some good retreat
   Till sin is bitter, Christ will not be sweet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 6/27/2017 6:57:00 AM
Jun, a very edifying sonnet. Very well written. Your deeply spiritual verses remind me of some of my fav poets like Herbert, Traherne & Vaughn. Regards, g
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Jun Gonzales
Date: 6/28/2017 8:48:00 AM
Thank you george. I am most humbled by your comment. Sola Deo Gloria.
Date: 6/12/2017 11:09:00 PM
This is a wonderful sonnet, Jun! I especially love that last line, till sin is bitter, Christ will not be sweet. So true! I'm saving this to my favorites. :-)
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Jun Gonzales
Date: 6/12/2017 11:27:00 PM
Thanks Carol. I must give credit though to the Puritan writer Thomas Watson for the last line and for the inspiration for the entire sonnet. To Him be all the glory!