(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in figuring me all out by His Heart and His Word)

You say you got to figure it all out.

You’re looking for the answer outside you;

it’s when you parade you to bring about

a crowd of seers’ smiles; you’ve got world view.

I got to figure me out. I got to

know why I do what I do with my hands.

Why they push, why they pull, why they construe

that they punish me and you in badlands.

“Jesus went to the woods by Spirit led.”

Matthew 4:One – He needed to figure Him out.

We got woods to go to, too. Go ahead

and go, but won’t be hands we bleed. No! Spout!

We got His Word to figure us all out.

Our own words are ticking time bombs of tout.

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