(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in “please, Holy Spirit…let this sonnet be Your Words and NOT mine! Help me, Holy Spirit, to speak with words what You would have me speak. To dedicate these words to God’s Glory and NOT mine!”)
Of your own volition, you are no-thing.
Of your own power, you wreck lives; your own.
You are clueless. No clues, so no solve. Cling
is when you let go, when you soar unknown.
He left me! It was my volition why.
I played him like a sick fiddle; bow broke.
He aloned me! The Misidentify:
him before God. Now, I’m the choke and croak.
“In everything we do, we put God First.”
Proverbs Three:6 – “No one man can ‘get us!'”
We are so lonely (yes, you, too!), we burst,
explode, “pop,” even poof; we are gone thus.
So, we violate our own volition:
God’s Clinician/Magician Sole Mission.