“(God’s Sonnet by Timothy J. Verret; “it’s how I cope to hope in at least a colorful moody”)
You’re moody; sweet giver, next you take clutch
of all who don’t satisfy your prospects.
It’s ’cause you’re scared you don’t matter that much.
You think, “No one cares for recalled objects.”
I look around me, and all is misplaced.
That don’t go there, it goes here in my heart.
How did everything get so darn disgraced?
I bought into the shame, the set apart.
“It’s said, ‘My Grace is sufficient for you.'”
2 Corinthians 12:Nine – Strength in weak.
Grace is how we rest, give up the pursue
of perfection. We’ve tried. God is our Peak.
We settle into peace-filled attitudes.
Grace is not something that moves with our moods.