(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in having a “constant, consistent” red cup that desperately needs filling of God’s Love)
You say you are a constant, consistent.
You never waver, never wax or wane.
Throughout each day, you are nonexistent.
You’re archaic relic; existence bane.
“I have a dream.” I’m MLK, okay?
That this red cup I hold would fall away,
but that this red cup would land up and stay,
that I’d be filled up with Ascension Day.
“Cannot drink the Lord’s Cup and Devil’s, too.”
1 Corinthians Ten:21 – CHOOSE!
We must prepare our table tried and true.
The Lord rejects the serving knife we use.
So, this constant, consistent, is us “REAL’ed!”
Cup won’t run over if already filled.
