Sonnet Xvii Beneficent God

SONNET XVII BENEFICENT GOD You gave Me My Heart’s Desire Long before I deem it fit to Ask In Gratitude Lord, I breath Thy Word. If You find Honey, Eat Just Enough, Too much of it and You’ll purge. He that finds a Wife finds a Good Thing, Obtains favour of The Lord. Those Looking for Him found Him Not, But He is fond of them That know Him Not nor Seek Him Adam He put to Sleep, Eve He gave to him; the bone of his bone Thy Grace and mercy oh Lord I take not for granted. @MARCH 2017/©M.H.O.G Unveiled