Sonnet II

What is good? What is pleasant? What is kind?

In the truest meaning of the words no

Thing is good, pleasant, or kind that I find.

On any one thing, I could ne'er bestow

Such a word as good or pleasant or kind.

Then maybe the question to ask is who,

And not what, is good or pleasant or kind.

Yet ev'n then I cannot think of a few.

Only to one man these words can I bind.

His goodness is far, his kindness is deep.

To say he is pleasant, you must be blind.

His love is a love that one wants to keep.

His name you might ask is not one common

But Jesus, Messiah, God's one true Son.

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