(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; it’s how I cope to hope in being seen, so others will see Him in me)
You’re a little unsure and that’s okay.
You’ve been planning for hours how to get by.
You’re one who hears lies and grabs slip away.
You don’t have to be so strong. You can cry.
Some say I’m too strong for the hand over,
for the surrender. When I plot my plans
to placate myself for your take over,
I then am locked away, keyless, no hands.
“God is our refuge, strength, in troubled times.”
Psalm 4tySix:One – God is strong; we, weak.
We put on a brave face, a mask for crimes
committed against Him; yes, shame will speak.
See these hands? See how they reach out for Him?
See our hands? See them grab for Him? See Tim(othy)?
