My Friend (Sonnet)

Friend do you recall in a joyful phase

When together, remember perfection

But friend, I have found you lost in this craze

Now apart, we are both in dejection

I attempted everything that I could

Such a state of filth and miserable

If you'd let Me, I'd clean you, yes I would

No need to doubt. Trust Me, I'm capable

My friend, to save you is what I most crave

Such strong desire can't be contained in this stave

Inspiration drawn from:
Matthew 23:37

Dialogue

Walking home from school

A young boy all calm and chill

Had no idea of how 

His mother would lose her cool

Through the door he entered

Yet before laying down his backpack

His mother's displayed patience had lack

"Why you have B in Biology,

And C in all other class?

Why you not do better?

Only thing you do is go on computer

You have just one A

Why you no care for grade?"

Now the boy's heart sank to the ground

And from within whispered to the Almighty for aid

A Wasted Gift

Back in the day 

I loved things that were free

Receiving without cost

So even if it was bad quality

I had no loss 

No loss for conveniency 

These gifts who bought?

Though it's value mere dust and ash

And when free, whatever it was 

Often referred to as trash

Is that how our salvation is?

Would it liken to such comparison?

But there's a difference between costless and priceless 

And grace perhaps, lost its definition

Realize that your salvation isn't free

At least not technically

Sure its free for you and me

But someone had to pay for it

Someone did pay for it

And He did so willingly and gladly

1 Corinthians 6:20