(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in maintaining and/or sustaining weakness and meekness to receive God’s Strength [racing to God’s Tower]”)
You think you set the stars up in the sky,
the wailing moon, the carefree sun: The Work.
You’re not that strong to have lifted those high.
Down here, you are a little bit, a perk.
I recognize my smallness, my weakness.
I act strong even when I’m TKO’ed.
I didn’t make me or the world; meekness.
I can’t change you. I tried. Too much the load.
“He gives strength to the weary, to the weak.”
Isaiah 40:TwentyNine – POWER!
We can’t take a day to make it critique.
We race to God’s Tower each day, each hour.
“Please, God, make us not so strongly physique.”
“God, we humble us. Please, God, make us weak.”