(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in INviting IN The Handyman)
You got handsome hands as the handyman.
They’re huge, too, and yet you got “hand-you-downs.”
You got trickle effect of your lifespan.
“How much longer your life?” You got heart rounds.
In graced ‘morn, I’m not fit to be handy.
I got way bigger hands than most, yet bare.
My handlines speak of the distanced candy.
“Not treat, just trick.” The lines of wear and tear.
“Let US not grow weary of doing good.”
Galatians Six:9 – We never do tire
or give up; the handy-candy childhood
is US and JesUS. “Treat, NOT trick.” Buyer?
So, we open the door, “Hi, Handyman!”
“Please enter. You are welcome here. Game Plan?”
