(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in all lost sheep being found dead shear on bier for His [and their] Resurrection)
You know nothing has changed that much but you.
But it’s not about you, hot mess, cold brew.
It’s your warmth for those who have come unglue,
suffering little children cut into.
I walk right past a king, pay him no mind.
He’s ruling, for sure, his crown high up there.
But I’m down here dying. What use mankind?
I got spiritual food to feast on: The Lord’s Prayer.
“God, Your Kingdom come, Your Will to be done.”
Matthew Six:10 – “YES! It’s not about us!”
We borrowed time; we return it ’til none.
Time’s up, clock hands down, snooze lose….ahh, snugness!
We went so far there but now we are here.
Lost sheep get found at dead shear for the bier.