CONSTANT, CONSISTENT

(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.

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