
(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope that Love always wins, always soars, always gives and always takes, always and only with God’s Love [“you were born this way”]”)
You got “Amen” to rest in, to recline.
You want to make it more than that: Profound.
“C’mon, it’s gotta be bigger, right? Mine?”
Not yours. Outside you. You are the background.
When I “Amen,” I got Love on my mind,
not mine; the Love that circles the grand globe.
Love soars that high, that far, that unconfined.
All else but Love is tricky: Too much probe.
“God is Love. We were Love when we were born.”
First John 4:Seven – We Love each other.
We do zilch but Love. Not else we adorn.
We are “Amen” to His Love; no smother.
“Amen” is when “men” Love, men are “A” plus.
Love is God’s Grade. Our marks? Superfluous.
Amen, Amen, Amen
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3 “Amen’s?” You are such an overachiever, Dag! 🙂
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