(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in always doing what Goddid)
You’ve come undone; you’re an unfinished chore.
You clean up good but your hands plot bad deeds
like strangling throats of faint foes to keep score.
You blame them and blame you at breakneck speeds.
When I’m on the chopping block, Goddid
this to me. He placed me there to serve man.
But it’s a hack job because God forbid
that men delight in me or I, less than.
“Delight in Him for your heart’s enrapture.”
Psalm ThirtySeven:4 – “It’s God we serve!”
We must execute our steps to capture
His Grace when we are lost, give up, unnerve.
When we are coasting along, then we skid.
Jesus is sent to love, just like Goddid.