Gifts, Tetrameter Sonnet Options

[Larry]

Gifts

When God encased my soul within
that embryo for life on earth
there was no mark or stain of sin
upon its face until my birth.

The gift He gave was mine to keep
until that time allotted me
when, worn and frail, that final sleep
assailed me with mortality.

What I have done throughout my days
which might dishonor or degrade
this vessel of the soul displays
the choices made. I’m unafraid

for souls are given to be healed
by precious blood that had been spilled.