(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in answering back the critic with, ‘God’s Know, NOT your know,’ this daily leavened [Jesus Fuels Love!] bread.”)
You have the critic who loves to torment,
to tell you it’s you against all of them.
It’s not true that you’re alone in dissent,
for your God is Ascent in your mayhem.
I have the critic who loves to put them
in the fire when they’ve inflamed my ego.
When they blame and shame me, I know that whim.
I answer back with, “God’s Know, NOT your know.”
“They have the critic, too, who fuels their flames,”
says Jesus. “They, too, want total control.
I am ALL Control no matter the names.
Our God is ALL Might no matter the soul.”
God is Heal; they can be parasitic.
How we gonna answer back the critic?
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in ‘I’m not stupid!’ but I am one of the ‘New Few’ of Jesus Christ this daily leavened [Jesus is Cupid!] bread.”)
You’re not stupid! You’re just one fallible.
One stupid is one too many for Grace.
When you call yourself stupid, probable
and palpable that you’re just human race.
I’m not stupid, though this finds me at “hurt.”
When I’m hurt, I find this: “What’s wrong with you?”
What’s wrong with me is I’m one on alert
to what’s right with me: “It’s God’s Point of View!”
“You’re not stupid. You’re learning to trust Me,”
says Jesus. “Stupid don’t do as I do.
Don’t call yourself what I never would Be.
Call yourself flawed. Call yourself My ‘New Few.'”
We are free to claim our God our Cupid.
Our God of Love claims us: “You’re not stupid!”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in loving them no holds barred this daily leavened [Jesus Regards!] bread.”)
What is assured is that you will have trials.
You’ll be on the witness stand to confess.
Jury and Judge Jesus and stacks of files
will decide your “eternity express.”
What is a given is I will be called
to admit why I wasn’t more “God Trust.”
“You had God. You knew God. Why not enthralled?”
Like Jesus, I won’t speak. Like me, disgust!
“When I call you forth, I will inquire this,”
asks Jesus. “Did you love them no holds barred
or did you love them expecting your bliss?
Love them NOW expecting nothing regard.”
Before The Verdict, let us be on guard.
Before The Gavel, let’s love no holds barred.
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in silence over violence, Hope over Hate, no Too Violent TV [only ‘TV’ as in ‘Timothy Verret’] this daily leavened bread.”)
It’s the violence that is ripping your soul.
It’s the silence that is absent your rush.
Can’t find internal peace of world’s patrol.
Can find it in world’s shout when you are hush.
It’s the violence that is heaped on myself.
It’s the silence that is when I hear, “Hope!”
God is Hope when I am silent Himself.
World is Hate when I am violent hung rope.
“Violence or silence? Choose My Way of Peace,”
whispers Jesus. “Give your TV away!”
TV means Too Violent! It’s Hate Increase!
We are Two Silent for the Hope of Pray.”
We’ve come too far to give up reliance
on Them Two now. Well? Violence or silence?
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in keep….’ing’ Jesus in me to BE and not DO this daily leavened [Jesus Interviewing!] bread.”)
Keep on hoping, just as you are doing.
Keep on loving, just as you are loving.
Keep on being, just as you are being.
Keep on feeling, just as you are feeling.
Keep on dreaming, just as I am doing.
Keep on seeing, just as I am seeing.
Keep on trusting, just as I am trusting.
Keep on knowing, just as I am knowing.
“Keep on BElieving in Me; I’m DOing,”
says Jesus. “Keep the word, ‘BE,’ in ‘BEing.’
Keep human BEing for My God Timing.
Keep the faith while you keep interviewing.”
Keep in Him, even when we are sleeping.
Keep renewing, just as we are keep….”ing.”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in NO ego combat today, only feet turn, head off, heart out, never cough, to make a Way for Jesus this daily leavened [Jesus Turns!] bread.”)
You need to be turned on to give out light.
If you’re turned off, all you give is weakness.
Find the Strength of God, so you can turn “right.”
God’s Right Hand in your left is “turned” meekness.
I need to be turned on to face each day.
If I’m turned to ego, I’m turned to flat-
face on the ground; Spirit is my forte.
Feet turn, head off, heart out; ego combat.
“Turn Me on so I can turn you out there,”
says Jesus. “Be My Turn when they’re turned off.
You have all you need through Me to prepare
a Way for Me. Turn your head but don’t cough!”
We are in times where most are cast about.
“Please, Jesus Christ, turn us on, turn us out.”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope that when it all comes down yet again, I will ‘Up The Cup’ this daily leavened [Jesus is Crown!] bread.”)
When it all comes down, where will you run to,
what will you seek, who will you bring around?
Better not be a will that is your “know.”
Know that God is Where, What, and Who you’re bound.
When it all comes down, where is He I see?
Is He in the “come down” for all I’ve lost?
Better be okay with lost ’cause that’s He
I see only when I’ve lost “all my cost.”
“It is not your call when it all comes down,”
says Jesus. “The Call is Mine to Bring Up.
I Bring you to The Father, to The Crown,
only Where, What, and Who you ‘Up The Cup!'”
We need only One to stand in as “Noun.”
He’s also our “Verb” when it all comes down.
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in NEVER being scared of scars, for Jesus tells me to fear not my scars this daily leavened [Jesus again to the moon and the stars!] bread.”)
Don’t be scared of your scars. There’s a reason:
To remind you of how you hurt yet healed.
No more your open wounds that bleed “season.”
Each season, God with you on battlefield.
I’m not scared of my scars. There’s a reason:
Scarred Timothy ’cause they scarred my Jesus.
If He took those nails, why would I “treason?”
“Nail me, world, for I fear not your disgust.”
“Up on that Cross, I feared not their outlook,”
says Jesus. “I looked out and saw they bleed
from their wounds. That is why the nails I took:
To heal their wounds. Now their scars are My ‘He’d
do it again to the moon and the stars.'”
“Jesus, let us NEVER be scared of scars.”
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in getting through [and over] this dreaming of being seen and accepted by man, knowing the dream came true when Father God and Jesus made me and sealed me with a kiss [and not just this daily leavened bread but EVERY daily leavened bread.”)
You’re holding onto what is a false dream:
That you’ll be happy when they accept you.
A real reality is they’re not theme.
The subject matter is God. Yes! Who knew?
I’m dreaming for that dream when I am seen.
If they could see my hurt, I’d get through this.
They see me. They just can’t be me. 4teen
going on 4 million, God sees! What Bliss!
“Dream with me, for I have always dreamed you,”
says Jesus. “My Father and I knew who
we wanted. It was YOU! Out of the blue?
NO! We knew it was YOU! This is YOUR cue!”
God made us, Jesus sealed us with a kiss.
Pucker up ’cause God’ll get us through this!
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(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in the Quiet of The Being that is Jesus and NOT the noise of this world this daily leavened [Jesus IS Being!] bread.”)
It’s the noise that is deafening your peace.
The noise of a world that says, “Be that noise!”
It’s the quiet of the being you mouthpiece.
It’s the faith, hope, and love that is your poise.
It’s the noise that is my mind that is fear.
It’s the, “Will the world swallow me all down?”
It’s when I’m Up for being quiet from sneer
that I have God so dear for when I’m “drown!”
“You’re right, Timothy! Be quiet when in Me,”
whispers Jesus. “Quiet, now, quiet. And see.
See what happens? You are loved for just ‘be.’
Not ‘do,’ never ‘do,’ only quiet as Me.”
Seeing is believing? Depends “seeing.”
“See” Jesus? YES! The Quiet of The Being.